Slowly it steals my Mother,
away from me,
away from this world.
Everyone surrounds me,
and yet I'm alone.
Alone with my thoughts,
knocking into me from this way and that,
making me fall.
I kneel and quietly scream
Until my voice cracks and crumbles.
Always the same question, why her?
But the answer is still untold.
Why did this disease come to be?
I beg with tears down my eyes,
God, can you hear me?
YOU ARE READING
My heart for all to see
PoesiaMy mum past away April this year... Poetry to me is my outlet, my way of expressing myself, my way of coping with the intense feelings I endure at times. This is a side of me I don't show to those around me, and yet oddly enough I find myself postin...
