at least you
got to
hold your
loved one
as he passed away.
gone, but safely
tucked in your arms.
you kiss him
goodnight and
goodbye.
and you hold him
for as long as you can,
to memorize the way
his body fits in yours, how
his face is carved out and
fits so perfectly in
the curves of your hands,
and how he loved you
so much that he would
die for you.
i did not get that
luxury.
my loved one died
out-of-grasp, somewhere
unknown.
i did not get to say
goodbye, i did not
know my last time
was even going to be a
last time.
that's the cruelest part.
i was planning for
the future — a future that
will never come true —
but it was a future i wanted.
but death is cruel,
merciless with his touch,
unsympathetic to our pleas.
but greed is even more cruel,
gnawing within you,
begging for more time.
just one more time.
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Silent Chaos
PoetryIt's too quiet. The loudest thing is your heart beating. You can feel your pulse throughout your whole body and it's overwhelming. You're breathing too loud in a place where life does not exist. The silence is invading into your mind, filling it wit...
