You hear rainfall.
You feel tears fall.
Soaking pillow,
a hard pill to swallow.
What a pain such a miserable drain.Nights linger
during this bitter winter,
triggers the
grief
and
isolation,
fears so deep.Sleep the only distraction from a reality filled with much agony.
A reality in which he who you call
Father
can no longer
be your company.You still
see
him...walking the halls.
You still
hear
him...calling your name.
You still
feel...
his
presence in all.A mind so
clouded,
denial seeps in,
shortsighted questions arise,why you?
God, why him?Night
comes
morning,
you wear a smile,
darkness fakes light,
who are you now?A winter grief,
still...in disbelief.
What a drain.
Such
misery
in
pain.Rain falls
still.Thou tears are
now dry.• SiaJ •
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Dedicated to,
A loving husband, father and brother taken too soon.
I love you forever.
Rest in peace Dad.
{ My heart goes out to anyone who's ever lost a loved one }
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PoetrySome days are dark. Some are bright. Enjoy a collection of thoughts I tend to hide.