When I became a widow
I felt so on my own
Scared, shocked and shaking
I was hurt and felt alone
My world just died around me
I didn't know how to feel
My mind was such a scrambled mess
And nothing did feel real
My husband was a special man
Well, special he was to me
My heart had finally broken
And nobody could see
He was a very strong man
His death came far to soon
I look for his face often
In the pictures in the moon
My life changed over night
This pain will never cease
It's all my inner feelings
That I now have to release
When I became a widow
My whole life passed me by
I have no point in living
I have no need to try
If we could be together
Just like we used to be
Everyday would be priceless
To once more, have him, with me
I loved him when he was living
I love him still in death
And the only thing I wish for
Is to take my own last breath.
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Very impressive write, Donna. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.