Tumour
It’s still there inside growing like a tumour
Till it explodes and creates new grief
The pain of your ******* death
Oh I know you died and accept it
How can I not?
Fool I am not
But the pain it causes is off the scale
Quite like the grief for my mother
Now it’s your turn dear dad
And it’s not very nice
I ******* hate it in fact
Losing my best mate and feeling this
But death comes to us all
And all I can do is drink, write and be mad
And think of the good times we had
