Broken memories

I sit in silence,
i can hear my tears hitting the floor,
drip,drip,drip.
not two months before,
i watched as smoke consumed my home,
flames devour every memory,
every smile,every tear.
Now this, my whole world shaken,
and flipped upside down,
by a simple 8 word text message,
"he is hurt, we need help, please hurry."
My heart deteriorates when i think of him,
lying helpless, hurt,unable to move,
yet evading deaths grasps.
i can hears the ambulance cry,
shattering the silence as if it were glass,
the lights slice threw the darkness like a hot blade in butter,
a short while later we are reunited,
the same thought running threw my head,
over and over and over again,
he is to small,too weak,to animated,
he looks at me with pain filled eyes,
and a fresh wave of tears wash over me,
drowning me in the salty emotion.
i can feel his silent screams great in volume,
a prisoner in his own life,his own body,
trapped,scared,a broken vessel, but still my dad