Is He Really Dead?

Friend's dad died.

 

Is He Really Dead?

Dead? Why?

Is all I think.

When I picked up the phone,

I had to blink,  

The tears from eyes,

They well up so fast. . .

Cause my father is dead. .

It's a hard thing to cast.

Acceptence isn't an option,

Denying it all,

Because if it's true,

I know will fall.

They can only say,

''Sorry For Your Loss''

But they won't understand,

His life is gone.

Those words don't help,

But nor do they hinder.

I have to accept this,

I know to surrender.

Author's Note

Again, please ignore grammar.