DEATH

D- destroyed the little pieces that I had left from my broken heart.
E-engulfed the the memories I had left like the lymphocytes within my body which protect me from harm.
A-abused my eyes as the tears fell from my face, because I was crying a river.
T- torments me everyday to know that there is no way I can go back in time to just say Goodbye or hold your hand just one last time.
H-heartless, because DEATH knew that removing my mother from this earth would cause the last piece of my no longer existent heart to “**** free” because it knew my heart could only handle so much of the pressure before separating and causing massive destruction which would never be able to be put back into place.
As I drown in the river of my tears, death speaks to me and says:”I will show you the real meaning pain and depression by allowing you to lose the ones most important to you at a time where you need them most, because I am the teacher of life. You will continue to lose people, you will experience many days in limbo and until you understand the meaning of life, you will continue to lose people.”

In my heart, the clicking, dropped beat of your golden heart will remain for life: something you could still be justifiably proud of today! In your vicinity, I feel, again, a child can be left shipwrecked, my dear soul, and I don’t have to hide if I want them to see my true self! Our expanding distances between each other seem to not even exist - they only bring us closer to the wedding of the Earthly Universes of immortal buds!
 
My fossilized memories like well-meditated muscles preserve the ashes-tender sketches of your superstitious, angelic body! And while I often see from the captivity of mirrors that I am graying and balding from the ever-galloping Time, your winged creature is reflected in me! The army of killer lymphocytes in Ordas-destroying snowstorms is growing in my blood molecule and you can stay away from me and be by my side because your work, which constantly requires glow and creativity, cannot tolerate the formulas of loose dilectantism!
 
My kid's heart longs for a harbor, a proud rock of your proud lap, while your cosmos shortage fills you up! Surrounding me are the ever-insidious spikes of small worm-tongues: let the Hermit-Alien also learn the servile order! My sense of defiance calling for flags is fairly angry with very many of them; sincerely disguised as useless with their promises led and deceived instead of real job opportunities! - In the sleepless craters of my eyes, the laughter of tear-stars for hesitant-secret joys shines even with a persistent flag!
 
On their sun-faced mornings, I could still write in your heart to bloom the Garden of Eden field, but only if you think of me!