Dying Bit By Bit Inside
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When stars orange no longer mark
Their glitter in a nearby park
And crescent moon hides its face
I grasp memories to retrace
His laughter with those twinkled winks
Tuneful the voice O my heart blinks:
Giggling 'neath lamp posts... yet I know
Words now silenced by drools so low
That often I watch him every morn;
As Grandpa lies hushed, forlorn
While day recedes along clouds gray
His mind lost as if sighs betray
A glimpse blank, a flight to nowhere--
I die inside snared...life's unfair!
Is this a curse for the next years
Assaulting our joy, pierced by tears?
The music calls; how bit by bit
My breaths entrapped in a pit...
How then I dread what I might find
If gabs not in frolics enshrined.
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I Died A Little Inside 2/09/2019
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2019
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