10/8
On the eighth day of October,
my heart sinks low,
A day of sorrow,
Mom, I can't let go.
My smile fades,
my gratitude disappears,
Knowing that day
you faced your darkest fears.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Confession
PoésieWords I opted not to confide Scattered pieces of me, hidden inside He who held them, now nowhere to find Gone, leaving me behind
