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I held you in my arms
Tight as it may
Your eyes held shot
As you convulsed a stigmatic farewell
I sniffled you a goodbye
I could feel my eyes melt
I squinted back the tears
My heart held.

I held you in my arms
I called upon your keepers
Their white coats flared the air
As they scrambled here and there
Frantically and effortless
I sat and stare gloomy from a chair
Grieve gripped the air
My heart held.

I held you in my arms
When you gapped your last breath
Stiff and lifeless you lay there
Peacefully in the mournful arms of death
I sniffled
I cried
Questions in my mind
You were not there
It was pointless
It was hopeless
My heart held.

I held you in my arms
Now you're six feet in the ground
It's been a numbered years
But you're not here
Once my heart held
Your absence is felt
But we must live
Even after death.

Heartbeats
Thump! thump!!!
Life after death
Is it the beginning?
Or is it the end?
Happy post humourous birthday ma...
I have made many more mothers...
But you are my mother
It's a new dawn
With a golden array
Though we might
Have had dreams
Lost or delayed
I'm in no position
To tell you
How you feel
Or what to do
But when you look back
Especially to the year 2023
You can just but wonder
What a tough survivor
You've been

So why don't you gear up
And face the new dawn
Head on
Put the failure
Of the past aside
Set your dreams
In the wake
Of a new light

Friends and family
The best of all time
All a shoulder
To lean on
In the toughest of times
You ain't got any of these
Try Jesus
He's the of all
With him
No shoulder required
To lean on
Because you will
Always be full of joy

Enough talk
Just want to wish you
A Happy New dawn
Keep to your dreams
And ensure to always smile

Okay.........ย ย Bye bye ๐Ÿ‘‹
Love you all๐Ÿ’–
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Emmanuel Davies Dec 2023
Pictures I hear are memories...
One of which I have none...
Is it the pictures or the memories...
No memory of one...
  Dec 2023 Emmanuel Davies
Grace
the emerald pines breathe
through the cold, forbidden prayer
of Winter's old mass.

the ancient, forest steeple
Anxiety only makes me sick to my stomach
I don't want to be anxious when it's comes to us
I love the smell of your cologne
I love the sound of your laughter, but not the deep feeling in my guts that tells me you'd one day leave and not look back

Till then I would love to be the woman of your dreams

ยฉ_shemiii
Anxiety keeps eating me up and I can't tell him, he's the man I love endlessly
When I see your face slowly fade from my memory, I sometimes sink into melancholy.
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