Unmistakable Horror

A Poem about a dream i had Shortly after my own Dad died...

Sobbing and weeping,
all that could be heard.
Echoing in my head,
like an empty room with a word.
An eerie light,
poured through dust filled air.
The smell of death,
destroying all that is fair.
Suddenly I chilled,
stiffening like a broom.
Heart wrenching in fear,
of what was found in the room.
I lay there dead,
loud screams and cries.
An unmistakable horror,
Seen through my son's eyes.