An Ode to Emily

My father’s words

Painful in their lovely way

Pierce all that I once knew

He says on high and mighty - this is true

“No matter you, your thoughts, your deeds

You commit with unintentional ease

My heart will shatter your warped needs

My roaring thunder will force you to your knees

My intoxicating sobriety -

A new way to breathe”

“I see now, I see!” I reply

As my colors fade white

As my eyes finally close -

Wondering if this god-like savior

Was really a demon wearing clothes?

His truth was mysterious

His language was real

I wish I could remember

All the rest he said

But too alive in death was I

To realize I was dead.