You were gone.
It wasn't gradual,
more like a rush
of breath out of your
worn-down lungs.
I cried and begged
for my father
to bring you back
or to come sit with me
but he would not budge.
Your SON would not
comfort his grieving child.
Did you raise him
to be so apathetic?
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 1:57 PM UTC
You were gone.
It wasn't gradual,
more like a rush
of breath out of your
worn-down lungs.
I cried and begged
for my father
to bring you back
or to come sit with me
but he would not budge.
Your SON would not
comfort his grieving child.
Did you raise him
to be so apathetic?
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