Begin Again...1.1.15
Day one of a New Year without you,
Day one hundred forty of continually being blue.
The struggles are still greatly here
The aching thoughts again bring fear.
Supposed to move on, keep living this life,
Supposed to continue, as if that's what's right.
So angry and bitter, hating the world,
Why did this happen, why'd it unfurl?
Wanting to go back and just erase that night,
Pretend I didn't hear the knock, didn't turn on the light.
Didn't see the officers standing at my door, One thirty-six am, I could've hit the floor.
Already knowing, dreading the thought,
Keeping a straight face, had to be fought.
They say where's my husband, we really need him here,
Then they'd confirm that gut wrenching fear.
I turn to go, then return again,
Asking if you're okay, letting them come in.
They say "get him first so we can tell you together",
Only God knew that moment, what we were about to weather.
"We're sorry to tell you this, there's only one way to say it",
"Your son is dead!" We just got hit.
Not sure how I can say it, these thoughts that I dread,
These words I just wrote, make me wish I was dead.
Nobody should ever have to go through or know,
What it'll be like for eternity, letting a child go.
Off to heaven, never to return,
Feeling always raw, it's a slow, steady burn.
This year will be painful, probably feel the same,
Always and forever, just speaking your name.
By: Jennifer Simon-Golden
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Dark Thoughts
PoesíaThese are all short poems I have wrote in the last couple of years. Dark thoughts from a truthful dark and maybe twisted scared mind.
