The Widow's Imagination

Are you not dead? When did the unbreathing started doing business with the living? Or you resurected? You died,i know you died i saw your lifeless body your hopeless eyes looking directly to the halfed sun without blinking. You died,i know you died people cried,my world ended with you,your mother danced in tears rain fell,sun rose.....but your star did not shine you died,i know you died my head was shaved with pinching blades of razor i drank water used to bath your decaying body it was tradition though but i saw hell and i wished you heaven i touched your lips it was stucked wid sour blood i poured sand on your giant wooden coffin it was put into a shallow pit i watched them cover you with earthen i wanted to cry but my eyes was filled with emptiness my hope was lost i thought you can't die you looked so strong, so powerful, you looked immortal why? Why did you have to leave yourself inside my swollen stomach won't you call you father? Your second begining will be painful than your first end....