I watch the line up, down, up, down,
Slower, slower, slower, dead.
She's dead.
Gone...gone, forever gone.
God I prayed, I PRAYED EVERYDAY
but no now she's gone
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!
No, no this is grief not God's fault.
But how? She can't be gone,
We were just talking not 24 hours ago.
No she isn't gone.
But the monitor says otherwise.
Maybe if I pray one more time,
All my might in this one.
Come on I've been a good man!
"Sir I need you to sign the time of death."
No, no please I feel nothing,
Only this pain aching sadness.
I can't feel anything.
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In the Waiting
PoesíaSometimes we all feel a little stuck and this poetry book is to remind you, you aren't alone. God is walking right there beside you the whole way through. One day in your life, probably multiple times in your life you're going to come to a point whe...
