100 worped and twisted thoughts (R.I.P auntie)

498 13 6
                                    

She was cold

She was so so

Cold

A dead shell

With closed eyes

And empty thoughts

Nothing more

It scared me though

To see her

Laying there

Emotionless and still

It made my hands clammy

And my heart beat

I wanted to

[ scream]

To yell

And cry

To save her

Before her last goodbye

When I touched her hand

Out of respect

It sent a chill

She was so cold

It scared me though

Where did she go?

I came with broken bones - Poetry Collection- 2010Where stories live. Discover now