Sometimes I cry
The tears just roll down my cheeks
I feel the pain, the loss
People leave, that is a reality I have found hard to face
I still do
They're gone, untouchable, unreachable
They are nothing but ashes or a decomposing set of bones
Their souls either go upstairs or down
Heaven or hell
Maybe they even linger, lost
But I'm trying not to think about that
Do they see a light? Cry like I do? Feel a knot eating them alive, strangling them in guilt?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Contemplation
PoesíaPoems to feed your soul Some old and new Be wary that the content is raw and open
