Where are you daddy?

The untimely death of a father

God is second
to this - my mind.

Darkness at core
teaching survival

My negativity was born here
soon replaced

Cynics call me cynical
in their wretched way

Hurtful heroes; buried deep
my chest, my hole

I dreaded the day
You hated my ways

But you saw none of what I am
What I've become

Shaped by you, through you
by you, I am

Failing and falling and sinking
my hole, my trap
my cave.

Your dust
it taunts me

To be more
or less; the same.

My mind's eye shows you unblemished
but the bottle took care of that

In your last breath
you were as absent as I

Where are you Daddy?