Days are moving slow
But time is moving quickly
I'm not moving towards where I should be
He doesn't have too long to watch over me
His days are numbered
And feels he must prepare for me
To be grown
To be out on my own
Maintain the lifestyle he created for me.
Life is morbid.
Life is mortal.
Death is inevitable.
It mocks me
It chastises me
With nowhere to go,
He'll be gone,
I will be lost,
No matter how hard I try to not be lonely
Nothing will heal me from his loss
I might die from sadness
I'm already nearly driven into madness
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Somber, Melancholy, and Bittersweet (A Collection of Poems)
Poetry"And I am sad. And I am mad. The maddest you can be, But with love as deep as the sea, As warm as the summer sky, Caressing like the moon in the night." --Written in moments of strong emotion
