As sad as grieving stature,
As injured as our faith...
Her cries in the night,
were to great to be heard...
I sat in my darkened room
Not ready to face my doom...
As she sits in her room
Lying down on her bed...
what perfect silence Death imparts to those
who wait with sealed eyes. there’s no more...
Cut my veins,
and watch blood boil...
I found this book with pages
That had images inside...
A Funeral was held
In the Simon’s Funeral home...
The sound of the single tear
Dripping on to the stone floor...
By the time you read this
i will already be dead...
I didn’t know that you could miss someone
As much as I truly miss you...
Silently i cry,
as the night falls in around me...