A pair of warm hands,
Holds cold.
Recites and pray.
Everything will be better.
I lost someone recently.
A friend, chum and partner in crime.
I was standing by the hospital bed.
Supporting and hoping…
That’s the least I can do.
It wasn’t anyone’s fault, really.
But… I cannot stop blaming.
Who are, really, to blame?
I’m fine, strong, okay…
Words I mean it, really?
Who am I trying to fool?
You? Them? Or… me?
Tears, aren’t helping.
Sleeps, give me nightmares.
Conversations, make me cry.
Cherish, gloomy, it made me.
Acceptance, is a must.
But, how?
- AnethAMS
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