Those last moments
The ones that recoil the gun of pain
The last words preceding their mouth
You begin to deny the fact that a unique entity has been extracted from your world
By this raging spirit- death
In your sleep, all you see is their face repeatedly saying those words that kept you at peace
The rollercoaster of emotions flooding back cherished experiences
Trying to be strong but the pain
The pain with no gain
Life is an elimination game
Every birthday is a stair up to your death day
Every day we live to not die
We must live on
The bridge to the afterlife is like a black hole
Sipping every second
We must stay strong for lost souls
And live our lives as our own
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Dedication:
People who have lost loved ones before, during, and post-pandemic
Note of encouragement-
I may be breathing but to me I'm dead
I'm a lost soul
One without philautia love
But found with and in love in my creator's heart
As we live I pray we are kept wise, healthy, and strong through Jesus Christ our Lord.
AMEN.
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Painful Pleasure
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