His life became dark in the blink of an eye while he held his son for the very last time.
Struggling for breath, his son tried to speak. But he laid there in silence, he was far too weak
He gazed at his father with eyes that once gleamed, and saw that his tears flowed down like streams.
He reached for his hand to bid him farewell, but the hand he reached out quickly fell.
The father in disbelief roared like a lion, and began pumping his chest to save him from dying.
But he was far too late, his son was dead. With too many things that were left unsaid...
For months on end he cried great tears but would always pretend he had no fear.
He questioned his god about his boy, asking why did he take his pride and joy.
Resorting to booze to fill his void, his life was crumbling and nearly destroyed.
At times he’d hear footsteps echoing through the halls, they mimicked his sons with the voice and all.
His house was too quiet, it slowly annoyed him. While deep in his heart, he wished he could join him...
Poetry Written By Jacob Armendariz 