My Old Man - A doleful disillusion

My Old Man
(a doleful disillusion)

my old man died four years ago
he just can't gasp the life support gas tank in a room full of oxygen and finally made his peace at eleven, then ---
to heaven
could've done it earlier, during daylight
or some two years before
but who am I a Judge?
an astuary king?
to discern such a decision
to stir up such a Halocline and
make acumen on whereabouts of someone else's soul ---
all i know
now
is nothing but my old man isn't that bad of a guy at all
it's me being bad
it's me being mad
and it's a shame i won't be seeing him again even when im dead