The clouds are raging on, sending death threats to one another , each time getting louder.
People crying for the ones they lost but knew they couldn't stay , as they might be next.
They pick them selves up with every bit of strength they have .
They tried to protect you from the harm that has fallen upon you but fail.
They run for miles , trying not to look back , only focusing on where their feet land on the earth.
They run until their souls bear no more , falling to the ground weeping.
They are puzzled on how they let you go , how this happened.
They blame their selves for your falling , but have to keep those they love afloat.
They tell you all you want to hear , only they know the truth and can't bear it.
Hoping it won't follow for their life on this plant.
But then they wake up , realizing that even sleeping can not escape the horrible feeling of the never ending pain.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
The clouds are raging on, sending death threats to one another , each time getting louder.
People crying for the ones they lost but knew they couldn't stay , as they might be next.
They pick them selves up with every bit of strength they have .
They tried to protect you from the harm that has fallen upon you but fail.
They run for miles , trying not to look back , only focusing on where their feet land on the earth.
They run until their souls bear no more , falling to the ground weeping.
They are puzzled on how they let you go , how this happened.
They blame their selves for your falling , but have to keep those they love afloat.
They tell you all you want to hear , only they know the truth and can't bear it.
Hoping it won't follow for their life on this plant.
But then they wake up , realizing that even sleeping can not escape the horrible feeling of the never ending pain.
My aunt lost her daughter to overdosing . As I thought , I wondered how my aunt felt on the loss , this is a poem of the mothers lost and how it effects them.
