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Day After Day

She looks down in the hole, freshly dug in the cold January ground Maybe she should jump or maybe just let herself fall? She screams over and over again but no one, even god, hears the calls She asks over and over why take him from her….a new hurt never felt is now found She’s in agony, her heart bound with a pain she never felt before today All she can do is close her eyes and allow the agony to take hold and never fade away His face, his scent, his touch seems more than a million miles away The pain that brings her to her knees turns to hopelessness in a haste She doesn't want them to know, to see her for what she’s become A little girl, although grown, with no sense of where to go or whom to hold on to As thoughts begin to race of him, she cant help it as a bitter smile shows on her face Oh how mad he would be if he saw how she was at this moment, what he would do! As dirt is getting tossed into his grave, her sunshine fades and will forever stay away His last heartbeat was also hers….she never thought she would ever see this day How dare god take him away from her, didn’t he know, didn’t he see? She cant face a tomorrow without him, there was just no way this could be. He gave her strength, held her up when she couldn’t stand alone She remembered begging god to take her with him, a life without him she’s never known. From a little girl with pigtails to a woman with a family of her own There just has been no other way, no way to go without him day after day….

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 2/8/2010 7:43:00 PM
You write beautifully long poetry.. keep writing. -Always Lynette
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Date: 12/18/2009 2:08:00 PM
I think it's a beautiful poem from a tortured soul,that makes it sublime.dark and lovely,pain and beauty.I like it.
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