I can feel my soul having a hard time breathing. It's screams out her name, it only wants her.As I open my eyes I sees my mom on the edge of the bed, I see her lips moving aggressively and calming at the same time
" she's gone and you have to accept it "
" we can put a picture of her next to the christmas tree " I can feel my eyes forming a tornado and my throat getting as dry as a desert. I can feel tears down my face one, two, three - seven.I counted each tear because I promised to never forget the pain I felt when she said
" she's never coming back "
"we can put a picture next to the tree "
those words scrapped a line down my heart. They carved the word PAIN!
Why can't she just be here.
I don't want a fucking picture, I want her.
Why is it so hard to understand ?
I feel crazy but I am not crazy, I just want her back ...
- Evelyn Espejo
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Poetry/thoughts
PoetryHello everyone My name is Evelyn and I enjoy writing poetry. Some times I will do some in English and other times in Spanish since I speak both
