All I have are splinters of memory
Lodged in my mind
My father was a wanderer in the halls of my heart
I can remember being small enough to hug his waist
His long jet black hair draped over me like a dead tree
Dormant and stuck
It wasn't your fault
The world forced you to grow up
Your life was a precautionary tale
A map of edges and fault lines to avoid
You walked down all the dark paths to high light the night
Choke holding the demons so I could escape
There are times where I see that I've inherited your anger and pride
It wasn't your fault
You didn't bring in the tide
The void of your absence is too heavy to frame
So I dumped it in your casket
Buried alive