Fate Why Me

Howling winds on a cold winter’s night,
grace the road that lay dim in sight.
My father drives but cannot see.
Oh, what a night, what a night to be...

Crash like thunder as the silence fades
A meeting with the reaper as he readies the spades
Rush of anxiety as the confusions arrive
The agony drains the will to survive

At his side I hear her cry
Too young to understand why
Reaper floats through the corridors fast
He leaves me now to breathe the last

As these tears fall silently
I curse at the sky with violent screams
Praying and hoping for impossibilities
I ask. Fate… Why me?