Voices of the Unheard

Dear Mavestor Jean Burton

Silent woe..

In life there are moments no one can prepare you for.
And the "hurt" just seems to grow instead of fading away like it normally should.

Let me be honest with you..
I'm not okay...
And probably never will be..

Even with kind words I stare blankly into the abyss.
Lying to myself.
And lying to you because what's the point in discussing what I can no longer do?

It's as if the sun was ripped from the sky leaving the moon completely distraught.

Such agonizing loneliness...
Such a terrible tug on the heart..

I honestly miss you..
I honestly whole heartedly wished for a few more days..

I wanted more laughs...
I wanted just one more day to fish.
I wanted to talk like we use to in the "good old days"

How selfish was i?
Your suffering forever endless.
Your sickness never leaving your side not even once.

Even in the presence of company..
Such bitter joy..

For finally you are free.
Yet no longer can I embrace you.

Looks like I can't have my cake and eat it to huh mom?

But even in this empty shell of mine I can still utter the words..
I love you.

- Mello Sakia