It doesn't feel right. You've always been by my side. But today I just gave you my last goodbye. Why?
Why does it have to be this way? Should I even get on my knees and pray? But I assume we'll reach that day.
The day when I give my last condolences to this earth. The last time my feet ever touch the dirt. The final hour when I give my two cents worth.
Is it as cold as they say it is? Did you see the glorifying gates or the firing pits? Or is it just dark and lost in a abyss?
Nothing can explain how deeply I am pained. How to go on with out you is something I wish someone could explain. Oh, how I'll miss your voice sweet calling my name.
I miss you....
YOU ARE READING
Somber
PoetryCold and black. Dark and hopeless. Frightening and ghostly. My eyes spill the liquid from the thunderstorm of my mind. How I dampen my shirt in pure distress. My heart pounds so loud, that it's tearing at the seams. How blackened and dull the day...
