Smoothly slowing in the still of the night,
elevating feelings of apprehensive thoughts,
starting to multiply into heaven's spaces.
Finding the darkness hiding faces of sorrow,
even though the tears are flowing unceasingly,
never giving any reprieves to those mired in
death's unholy grief, as he leaves it behind
with every person's death.
Solemn, not holding onto life because there's
no longer a life to hold on to, it has been
taken from me and now I lay in a bed of total
remorse.
No one to turn to, silence following me
through the hours that used to be so full of
our lives together.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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