Every once in a while
My brothers would turn around.
And seeing me awake,
Would reach out their hand for me to take.
Every once in a while
I rise, and awake,
Praying to Lord, to make my life as sweet as cake…….
Where did you go?
Did you follow the wind from whence it comes and blows;
No....You're just dead and gone.
Why does this pain keep raining on?
I can't take this pain, no more.
Can't I love you again; once more…
My whole life has turned upside down
Today, people always see me frown.
My soul is breaking;
My tears are still raining;
So if I shall die today,
I pray to the Lord, my soul to take;
The old me is dead and gone.
Dead; and Gone; away.
I am sorry for your loss...keep writing, express how you feel, it will help the healing process
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Deep feelings nicely brought forth with clarity of thought and mind. A beautiful creation embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing Jay'Reeona and do remain enriched.