Torrential

My father was an insurance fire, my mother a pendulum.
c shipwrecked life, two decades spent adrift.
Your Hell Is empty, someone has to fill it.
c failure of god and man, of myself.
Belly up.
Shoveling won't displace hate, digging deep won't bury anger.
Eyes of hundreds, hearts of none.
Joyless in life, joyless in death.
c thousand adulthoods left unlived, it doesn't work if you won't let it.
My father was an insurance fire, I'm the collection plate.
Your Hell Is empty, someone has to fill it.