There is a disease
It crawls like ice through peoples veins
Stretching across every inch of there bodies
Tormenting their hosts
Until its either required to leave
Or draws the last breath
But the mental scars never disappear
As the family members constantly remember
How their loved ones had suffered
And when I was 12
The disease caught my uncle
It forced him to leave his wife and kids
Crushing his strength
And tearing his life
Then at ten o'clock
The battle ended
As people cried out his name
Come back
Come back
But he didn't come back
And he never will
Forever I will remember
The beaten down version of a great man
Even now the memories reach for my soul
And tug on my heart
Yes, come back
Come back Uncle
We need you
YOU ARE READING
Sad Souls
PoesíaThings I never had the courage to say aloud but wrote down instead, hoping that one day another soul like myself would come across it; hoping that someday someone could relate and be able to say 'I am not alone.' ♡Poetry♡ (Cover wasn't drawn by me)
