TURNING POINT

He was a Renaissance man;

funny sometimes,

he was mostly melancholic,

life as often happens, threw at him curve balls

until he became an alcoholic.

The turning point of his life,

the death of his first born,

a cold night of December thirty-first in a hospital,

while his wife, unconscious, was unaware

of his baby’s girl fate.

From that day on,

his life was spiral down,

into a point of no return,

the unbearable pain had to be so cruel,

he gave up; abandoned, immersing himself in Dionysus’ arms.

He who once was a bright and talented man

a fountain of inspiration,

became somber and gray like his shadow.

and his life became an abyss so deep and dark

for any soul to survive.

Father,

I am so sorry,

I couldn’t do anything to ease your sorrow,

to be a light in your moments of desperation,

how could a child rescued a Renaissance man.