My mother and my brother will never know,
The amount of tears that always flow
In my eyes as memories increase,
I just know that the pain will never cease.
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I feel the gloom is heavily sinking in,
I drown in its depths, poison within.
I can't erase the picture of your hospital bed,
It's carved forever inside of my head.
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For some people, death wouldn't matter,
But to me, it does and I miss you, my Father.
So for now, I'll just hold on to heaven's promises,
That someday we'll be together in its premises.
Written: January 26 2015
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R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)
PoesieI live and I will die but my words soar high written in skies of paper, allowed me to live forever. - Snippets of my soul in a piece of paper. R.I.P. originally stands for "Rest in peace." Coincidentally, I find that peace upon writing poetry and p...
