21. Real Pain
Real Pain:
empty inside,
hard to breath tears run down my face,
I can't breath,
Real Pain:
empty inside,
hard to breath tears run down my face,
I can't breath,
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January's child of mine,
sweet miracle of God's design.
Oh, how I can recall the night.
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I hear your voice in the dead, dark night.
I look around, but no one's in sight.
Through the storms, the rain, the wind I fight,
But all you are is my whisper to find.
Forgive me if I cry
But there is nothing else to do
If only God could have warned me
That my life would be without you
This poem reads the mind of a person affected by grief. "But right now/You can't" has the logic. It depicts the hope that there will be a time with "can."
Deep sadness overcame me
When I heard the dreadful news
God, please say it isn't so
I don't want my boy to go
A tsunami of fire
A wall with no gate
Prayers unanswered
Utterly ignored