Fury's taken a hold of his heart

Rage, he struggles with ripping, tearing him apart

Burning, scorching; fire is his skin

These feelings are buried deep within

Loathing is one of the seven deadly sins

Harboring for sometime. in his heart, the rotting begins

Bitter are his words, he speaks, he no longer cares

This world is unforgiving, it takes, and never shares.

Black, his soul and lonely, darkness is what he feels.

Suffered, he has, a tragic loss, damning all, he kneels

To understand, you won't, unless you've shared that special bond

The relationship between a father and his son.

Misery is what his life has become

When God chose to take,his one and only son

Hurt turned to hatred his heart wasn't whole

Fury's gotten through and eaten his soul.