What is a mother whose child dies?
Is she a mother still?
Is she a bereaved shell?
She is that mirage laughing and walking beside you, just going through the motions
She. Lives.
My heart silently screams;
All day, all night:
“WHERE ARE YOU?!!?”, it cries.
“I WANT YOU!!!”, it bellows.
“I….MISS….YOU!….”’ it dies.
My heart incessantly wails,
The loudest quiet never reaching an ear:
“How many times can one heart be broken
before it becomes dust?”
Incapable of feeling
Absent of love
My heart breaks countless times every day
-stifled thoughts never shared
-missed jokes you’ll never tell
-your beautiful smile unseen
-your cold hand unheld
I die day after day because you’re not here
But the earth pays no respect,
The sun still shines,
The fucking flowers grow
And there it is; “God’s” hideous, sarcastic joke:
I…..LIVE.
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