Are all these days following... to be sad.
these days ahead, to remain in deep somber.
A void created, by this mystery, life
and life, always thought.. it is for living...now i see, it is also... dieing,
and only once you have walked though that door, do you actually know,
what i am saying, to be true.
this sad reality, how i loathe my reality, how i detest my sadness, my depth
of loss.
this void is eternal, never again will i be able to say, i love you Mom, i will never again
be able to hug you, never again, to talk to you, about life and how it is.
all gone..only a memory..this sadness lingers, from here to the next, and on
i miss my Mom.