Never loved them,
Never cared for them,
Always blamed others,
For the hurt they caused them.
Yet never helped them,
Never asked them,
If they were alright,
Just pitied them,
For being lonely,
Yet never filled the hole.
Never talked to them,
To replace the tears with smiles,
Just watched them decay.
Old age is a curse,
Yet never helped them
Get through it.
Now I'm afraid of losing them,
Afraid of being blamed,
For not helping them,
For helping others kill them.
The tears in their milky eyes,
Were proof of how they felt.
Of how they were sad,
Yet never wiped them.
And now that they are gone,
I cry not for them,
Selfish nature of human soul,
But for me for never knowing them,
Never showing life to them,
As I watch fake tears carrying them,
To the pyre lit for them,
Tears roll through my eyes,
For never realising their love for me.
Now that I see
Their killers cry for them,
I remember their milky eyes,
Filled with tears,
And how I never wiped them.
CIA
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This shows my guilt. My pride reduced to dust to show how I was one of the killers of my grandparents. Of how I never was for them when they needed me. Of how I hate their killers cry fake tears when it was their cruelty that killed them and how they are happy to get all the money.
