What You Left Behind
White, lifeless, still
there is no peace here.
Weeping and wailing
the unbelievers grieved for thee.
I grieved because I couldn't give them peace,
for you were not set free.
That night
I slept in the bed you used to sleep in
holding your wife tight,
as she cried and got high.
Mother woke up crying and yelling saying
"I'm the one to blame!"
"Mother, no it was God's well
you didn't change a thing,"
I say.
You know that ten-year-old you left behind.
She tried to stay strong.
That will be her demise.
I am sure SHE will NEVER understand WHY
her father OD and died
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