I’m not dying but it feels like I am.
Left traveling the world alone for work, ****
I can’t go back to my life, my friends or family.
Although I am holding up well financially.
Still have a job due to resupply America.
Restocking food on supermarket shelves.
Not going home I feel emptiness in myself.
I was born and raised in New Jersey, it’s home.
The state it’s in My Family I worry, it’s home.
Until the disaster ends I have no choice but to continue to roam.
I feel it in my spirit, in my soul, so lonely and cold.
I continue to hold my head up praying for hope.
Still suffering continues around the globe.
So as I continue to write  My Will.
I just wanted express my moments on how I feel.
Shedding a tear as my feelings are revealed.
Trying to be strong but the pain still kills
Because I’m missing everyone still.

Signing off Aaron L. Osgood.

My Will