Dad

When I think of you
and what you left behind
all I see is a weak man
a fathers life out of time
as a child with you
I watched you struggle
never knowing your pain
or what path you will fallow
as I grew older
it became more clear
this struggle inside you
was nothing more than fear
what ever caused this
was much to strong for you
it controlled your life
and planned your every move
the last memory I have
is that of a lifeless man
once you were my father
now you sleep in hells hand.