Death Took Him

Death took Him death took him in the morning, did not give any warning got that call late afternoon, crying could not think about what to do his mom flew down, his sister too, still i did not know what to do when i got the strength they did not care to hear my mind when my mind cleared they pushed me aside i wanted to fight back but chose to not disrespect so i let them decide what to do about death... death took him away from me, wish this too be a dream time kept moving but i stood still with this torment in my heart, i slipped i kept on falling away from the light and started to think about spending nights with random men to fill the void and slowly i felt my soul being destroyed... death took him to his funeral, not just one but two everyone looked to me for strength since i wasn't his wife they believed my pain wasn't as deep as theirs so the torment i felt they didn't dare too care watching his casket drove away from me caused my heart to completely break and now i feel nothing... death took him away from me, why must death be this cruel to me.....