Comments about Antoinette Winter
Broken, Hopeless Lie
She stared in her mother’s eyes and asked “will it hurt when you die? ”
“Or will it only be me who cries? ”
Her mother responded in a silky tone “No, my love it will not hurt”
Inside she pleaded her eyes not to show, tears that never freely flowed.
She looked at her mother as she broke.
When alone she would cry for the day it would finally die that hopelessness she felt inside.
Her life was broken from the pain.
The disease ate her faith away.
When alone her eyes would tumble, down a rain so hopeless and broken.
In that hospital room all alone.
No one heard her...