Your body took off without you.
You're withering slowly.
Your mind is perfectly intact, but the suit it controls is poisoned,
Spreading steadily.
You aren't the only one in pain.
The others get to feel the sorrow without the end to come.
It's unfair, I know.
I'm sorry.
Why did it have to be this way?
Why this time?
Why the other times for other people?
Why couldn't you have stayed longer?
Why?
YOU ARE READING
A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
