His shadow lingers, a phantom's caress,
A father stolen, by darkness obsessed.
Tortured and broken, justice denied,
Decades slip by, where sorrows reside.
To causes and movements, his spirit took flight,
Leaving a family to grapple with night.
We tended our wounds, alone in our fears,
While he soared on wings, to unseen frontiers.
From distant horizons, his gaze might descend,
"You'll conquer," he whispers, "you'll transcend."
Struggles unmet, the path barely trod,
He battles still, for some celestial kind of God.
In his death, his wake, crowds gathered and praised,
But hollow those echoes, through memory's haze.
The father we longed for, a warmth never felt,
While wounds long suppressed for survival had knelt.
Pains deeply buried, their tendrils they seek,
Convenient silences, where truths dare not speak.
Yet hurt has its season, to blossom and weep,
And forgiveness we'll sow, where sorrows lie deep.
One day, on a dawn, echoing shadows will shine,
One day, these answers to questions will be the sign.
In a realm yet unknown, a future unfurled,
Our family awaits, in a much much simpler world.
There, a father's embrace, a mother's sweet care,
And siblings entwined, our laughter to share.
The complexities fade, the torments unbind...
In that place beyond time, a haven we'll find.
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