Meena this is a very emotional write and I can tell it slipped of your own without much help because when we have an emotion and a talent like yours that's what happens.
Each sleep is filled with sorrow
loss won't go away,
ifs, buts and maybes remain
with tears I still pay;
A beautifully penned opening and I can see how hurt this loss has made you. It grips at your every being because even when/or if you sleep that loss is still there at the back of your mind. You probably sleep so the pain goes away but upon waking it returns like any heartache.
Hurt sown for each tomorrow
awakes to come play,
your absence feeds me with pain
in which my heart lays.
This reflects on the fact you are unable to let go of that loss. Grief is a horrible thing but death comes to us all.