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Death's Precision
A sorry soul remains full when you reek of grief and shame- When a loved one dies, the embers...they flame and crimson tears fall from your eyes. A new day became a sad day and tomorrow is yet to be discovered- The wrong way became the right way and from this sorrow I shall never recover. Intuition and fine tuning brings gestures of the insane kind- Restitution for ruining sincere suggestions brings a fate too hard to find. They try to comfort and try to ease, but this pain of loss will never cease. After the rubble, and over cement pebbles I stumble, I find a hardened chip on my shoulder- I needed it to survive and stay alive, though it feels like I carry a boulder. No decision made can save me now, death’s precision has stayed… someway, somehow. The last breath he took, oh, I just could not look, as he whispered his sincere devotion- That chapter in my book, just a babbling brook, as my psyche ran out of emotion. That hospital bed, being hand fed, all the clichés that come with cancer- The way his red eyes stared, hoping the doctors cared, but we never found any answers. For another day shall rise and another night shall fall, and through the mirror I shall see a barren reflection- My sweet brother has died, and onto the Heavens I shall call, for we had a beautiful connection. Open Poetry Contest 2 April 9, 2017
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