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Brian Goosen Jun 2016
Two weeks blended in & past,  
With the shock withered away.
I now wake up to feel numbness,
From my life that took a turn on dark day.

Your being subsists away from me now;
This drapes down a dramatically dark cloud.
Black showers pour down relentlessly;
the pelts purposely piercing with intention to take me down.

Then I wake up & enjoy the stare,
Directly into the Devil's eye.
Yelling at the ******* to ******* & go,
My hardened look shows it’s not my turn to die.

I made you a promise on dark day,
As my tears poured down on your corpse.
With each forehead kiss I formed my everlasting promise,
& this promise will help fill the void.

Now I'm expected to move on,
from the hell-stain on dark day.
Assumed to presume society's game,
& To pretend I want to be here to stay.

The distance between us feels like an eternity.
From my insight I've come to see,
That all forms of communication are cut off,
As I feel seclusion thereof from she.

I never thought this reality could be true.
Stuck with a vivid comprehension of what used to be you.
Mesmerized from what I could have done,
While hoping I could still help you push on through.

Yet here we are today,
Entirely & forevermore.
The unsettled truth that dark day provided,
Has left me in wonderment and severely sore.

I'm sad to say this really is good-bye.
The last time I saw you alive we met with each other in the eye,
I cried with you to get help;
Although in that moment I knew you were going to soon die.
This is my darkest write, which contains my true emotions two weeks after my mother passed. RIP to you mom, I love you more than anything and will strive everyday to keep my promise to you.

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