My father's death

The Garden of-
Woes There is a sad event in my journey of life. One caused by much pain and much strife. ‏ A nightmare appeared with no mercy, holding a knife. ‏Even when it was bound by the hands of prayer. ‏Visions of a slaughter brought on by a slayer, ‏ I woke up I cried Calling for my father, but there is no reply. ‏ Mother, Brother, Where are you? ‏ The replies had good words of few. Your father has kicked the bucket." ‏ I heard the response that killed me like the blade of the cutter. ‏My father had died/ my heart was beating like aflutter. ‏Now I have nothing to lose. ‏ My father had died with no cause. Being alive without him is like a garden without a rose. ‏ Decay, no beauty, a garden of woes. Death waits for none. Dark life, a world of no sun. ‏When life bans you from the one you love. ‏ What lies ahead is the land that is above. By/Mohamed Okab