"I'll cry tonight"
He felt her hardened hand, and knew that it was hers no more.
Looked beyond those half-dead eyes, faded shadows all he saw.
His mind ablaze with questions, feelings fighting for the right;
To escape a world of pain, unseen forces them to fight.
Picture books of memories, pages pounding in his head.
His stomach hadn't realised that she was even dead.
Now thoughts of how, tomorrows will affect his yesterdays,
Fluid frightened feelings began to form and then to maze.
Looking now upon what remains, of someone he adored.
No way of saying his good-bye's, a pain that feels ignored.
By those that leave the trapped behind, free flying to their fate;
Without our life's thoughts of sadness, grief, pain or even hate.
"I'll cry tonight", he whispered as he walked out of the room.
He hates it when this world of his decides to use the broom.
Sore thoughts of how, tomorrows will affect his yesterdays,
Fluid fighting feelings began to form and then to maze.
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