How is one supposed to feel when all they are is numb. My hand is clenched to tight to pry open. The blood begins to pour. Both from my wrist and from my clenched hand. Holding close to the object I love... The one that leaves me to bleed... My skin is broken just like the heart. The day she left was just like all others. 'Twas a beautiful sunny day. Getting ready to go see the friends I loved. It was perfect. Until there was a silence... We left down the road with thoughts of what we could only imagine may have happened. Tears rolling down her face. He pulled us over and made us turn around... Driving with us to the hospital... When she asks if they're okay... He tells us she was covered with a white sheet... All of the sudden. I knew. I knew what happened. I knew we were alone. At the hospital there's tears and screaming. But not that of the patients. The painful shouts were those of my aunts. Crying, screaming, falling to the floor, it was confirmed. She. Is. Gone.
It's been two years today.
Rest In Peace
Adela Pearl Werner
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Book Of Demons..
PoetryDone somewhat in poetry form, mostly quite dark, and a lot is not poems. Just stuff that goes through my head. Mostly about failure, demons, murder, blood, etc.
