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.