You were my light
You shined so damm bright.
You out of everyone made things seem right.
I could relate to you and your pain.
We shared a personality a lifestyle and a mindset.
Now here I sit alone in my bed unable to close my eyes and lay my head.
We went through the same struggles, you looked so strong
little did I know I was wrong.
You weren't getting better and I was too blind to see.
That you my grandmother were just a weaker version of me.
I felt your pain, I understood.
Yet you hid behind pills, religion and excuses.
You killed yourself with your choices.
Yes I'm angry with you.
You do not know that your life is not your own.
You did not care enough about the fact that others loved you to get your life back on track.
Simply because life was hard for you.
Because you were to weak to see the good.
No you hid behind your pills, religion and excuses.
I needed you to see that you didn't have to leave.
I needed you to understand that you weren't meant to die on the bedroom floor in your husband's arms.
You didn't have to go at the age of 71 but now it's done.
Nothing can bring you back, not my rage
Not my tragic sadness
Not even the few happy memories.
You don't leave much behind for us to remember you by
Only empty pill boxes, Bible quotes and the memories of your excuses of why you needed them.
*** Authors Note ***
Hi welcome to my poetry book I'm working on. Please don't take any of my work. All my emotion goes here.
My grandmother died 07 Sep 2022. And this is what I wanted to get of my chest.
I promise not all my works will be about death or inequality.
I am quite the romantic so there will be poems about my boyfriend don't you worry.
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