Mother, how I love you, more than you could ever know.
Oh the things that I would give to make sure that you never go.
When you hugged me tight and burst into tears, all I thought was, "Oh no".
I felt so scared and hopeless, but I didn't let it show.
You cried into my shoulder, and I asked you what was wrong.
It made me worried that you didn't answer me for so long.
I tried to stay relaxed and wait for you to tell me why,
but the last thing I expected, was for you to tell me you were afraid to die.
I knew that you were sick, and that it haunted you like a curse,
But I had no idea that it had gotten so much fucking worse.
So many thoughts swam in my mind, and my lip begin to purse.
Tonight my only nightmare will be of you inside a hearse.
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Untitled - The story of my life told in poems
PoetryWhy can't this box be left empty? That's the only description to describe me. I guess a sarcastic comment will just have to do. Also I use Syllable Counter ( shorturl.at/pzNS3 ), so if the haiku is wrong don't @me.