An old woman lost her only son few weeks ago,
The pain and grief surrounded the whole town.
Now, people has forgotten he died,
But I went to her home today,
And the flowers smelt like grief.
I met her crying and my heart broke,
To lose a child hurt so bad.
The pain and grief was all over the home.
Her husband kept a straight face,
Society already said he must not cry,
To lose a child and bury him the same day,
How fast it must be, and painful it must feel.
The entire home is filled with love,
Not the good kind -- the lonely kind,
The wrong timing kind, the empty kind.
Love that remains, Love that is lost,
Love that can't be given to anyone, but him,
And he's dead, so the love is lost,
It has no home, It's bursting out of their chest,
They can do nothing, but cry, because they love him so much, and can't give this love to him.
This is Grief, It is Love, Love that has no home.
-- For him, may your soul rest now that you're gone,
May your family enjoy respite, may they find joy in the pain, may they find a way to keep the love, may they blossom and may you rest.
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Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...
