Monotone tick. Monotone tack. Under the night stars, the midnight moon illuminates my room through the half-opened window. The rain in my soul falling through my eyes. Amidst soaking my pillow, I whisper to myself, “baby you are strong. You shall overcome.”
Death had taken its toll on us. It knocked on out door and innocently, we let it in. Time had then wrapped its tight hands around his small neck and drained everything that ever was inside his vessel. Without care or regret, it took away my most treasured being. Now everywhere I turn, there’s sympathy being thrown at me.
My heart couldn’t bare it. Seething with anger, rivers pouring from my eyes. Words alone couldn’t describe how I felt. I tried washing away my tears by having too many drinks.
I never got to say goodbye. To say those final words. This filled my heart with pain and soul with dread. Each time I closed my eyes, I could see him materializing behind my closed eyelids. His atoms dancing somewhere, nowhere, everywhere yet he wasn’t dancing at all. Haunted memories, always lurking beneath.
One grain closer to sleep. One second closer to heaven. We’re all just but walking hourglasses and like leaves on a tree, we all get to fall down one by one. All I’m left with is hope. Hope to get to meet up with him when I’m gone.
Death had taken its toll on us. It knocked on out door and innocently, we let it in. Time had then wrapped its tight hands around his small neck and drained everything that ever was inside his vessel. Without care or regret, it took away my most treasured being. Now everywhere I turn, there’s sympathy being thrown at me.
My heart couldn’t bare it. Seething with anger, rivers pouring from my eyes. Words alone couldn’t describe how I felt. I tried washing away my tears by having too many drinks.
I never got to say goodbye. To say those final words. This filled my heart with pain and soul with dread. Each time I closed my eyes, I could see him materializing behind my closed eyelids. His atoms dancing somewhere, nowhere, everywhere yet he wasn’t dancing at all. Haunted memories, always lurking beneath.
One grain closer to sleep. One second closer to heaven. We’re all just but walking hourglasses and like leaves on a tree, we all get to fall down one by one. All I’m left with is hope. Hope to get to meet up with him when I’m gone.
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