At a recent Comfort Zone Camp in California, camper Matt rapped his thoughts his thoughts about his father. Matt has allowed Hello Grief to reshare his poem.


Corn fields sway, then go silent and stiff.

Not knowing we were about to abruptly

hit the end of this cliff. The commonplace

of love fills the atmosphere like smoke from

a chimney. However, it lacks limits, it’s given

out unconditionally. All smiles on his face, no

reason to be fretful. Ignorant of this life of mourning

and the dreadful. Sheer emptiness soon to come, hoping he

wouldn’t pass in vain. Pain so severe, this

heart feels like a grenade. Shattered dreams

of devotion, emotion and drifting thoughts like

a current of an enraged sea full of panic and despair.

Leaving me as fast as the wind stops blowing through

the air. Acknowledging that every gasp he took was one

more tick on the count down till his last. Looking over

him, involuntarily a witness to this tragedy. A spectator

to the human disease inevitably, plagued by fatality.

My eyes need band-aids, they are forever scarred for

life. Pleading to an entity. Screaming out words with meaning–

my feelings, like a soliloquy, but to nobody listening.

Cries for help unanswered, faith faded away like

Night to Day, heartfelt apologies, I never got to say, but

It’s okay. He didn’t die in vain. Trying to mask emotions,

despite all this pain. Trying to put on a front that I’m strong, but

I’m weak. Like a drizzling rain. Yet we all are, it’s in the human

nature to mask emotion. Fearing demotion to our reputation. Shock

at the wake of mortality and the fact that these skin and

bones are all but merely rentals. We don’t stay here forever.

Trying to reminisce on what we he had and not what

we didn’t ever. I’ll take the scenic route on this one, reflecting upon

the great we did together. Great outweighing the bad and the

paths that we took together. When I look in the mirror, all

I see is him. I’m his spawn, I’m his creation, it’s the epitome

of difficult shoes to fit. Hard to amount to and to be defined by.

There’s no silver lining or sugarcoating this in the limelight.

I’m Broken, however, I’m not glassware, I can be fixed,

like how he used to do with my disassembled toys.

He taught me selflessness, which I embrace and carry out

I always will remember the words I love you from his mouth.

He’ll always be the bridge to my success and my river to good

intentions. I’ll always remember you father, in all my recollections.

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  1. Diana said on April 4, 2014 at 2:06 pm ... #

    Very moving!

  2. Michele D. said on April 5, 2014 at 11:23 am ... #

    A beautiful tribute to your father!

  3. Darlene said on April 7, 2014 at 8:49 pm ... #

    Lovely!! <3

  4. Pam Savre said on April 13, 2014 at 1:03 pm ... #

    Very moving! I could feel his words in my heart. Very gifted with his words! Thanks for sharing.

  5. Christine said on April 19, 2014 at 11:52 am ... #


  6. Elizabeth said on April 20, 2014 at 2:04 am ... #


  7. Nicoleen said on May 2, 2014 at 2:36 pm ... #

    magnificent poem

  8. Robyn said on May 23, 2014 at 9:48 pm ... #

    Were your father to read your poem, I’m certain he would be so pleased to see your heart. The depth of your love and respect for him, the memories you will forever cherish, and the hope you hold on to are precious pieces of who you are!

  9. tracey said on December 2, 2014 at 7:03 pm ... #

    that is beautiful

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