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The aftereffects of your death
Contributed by
lunartune
on
Saturday, 20th November 2004 @ 08:21:02 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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I hurt,
Ever sense it happened.
I’m so much more
sensitive to touch,
feel almost sick all the time.
My lungs hurt sometimes,
and it’s hard to breathe.
I’m always tired and lonely.
My eyes have become,
more sensitive to sunlight,
my skin more so to cold,
my heart to growing old.
Ever sense you left me here,
and you went on to heaven,
my body aches,
my eyes tear up,
for no apparent reason.
I no longer seem to care,
about the world spiraling,
out of control around me.
The world is so dull now.
Blackness plays,
with the edges of my vision.
My heart just hurts,
shattered by you when you left.
The burden of missing you,
is so heavy,
that carrying it around,
sometimes,
brings me to the ground.
I can’t say it enough,
in my head,
or out loud,
I love you daddy,
missing you is so hard,
I’m trying to survive,
with out you,
but I don’t think I can,
without your arms to hug me,
your fingers to hold my hand,
your smile to brighten up my day,
and your incessant mind,
just the way it works,
to have everything planned.
I hope you like it up there,
because it really sucks down here,
with out your light,
to brighten up my world,
the darkness reaches out.
My eyes are getting blurry,
from all the tears,
my heart is starting to ache now,
with the sorrow,
that filled your empty place.
I yearn to hear your voice,
and crave to see your eyes,
Your so far away now,
it just makes me cry.
Copyright ©
lunartune
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2004-11-20 08:21:02]
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Re: The aftereffects of your death
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by pixie on
Saturday, 20th November 2004 @ 08:39:12 AM AEST
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this is such a sad and moving poem, I am orry for the loss of your dad it must have been awful, I lost my mum, when I was 9, but she was like a stranger to me, so its not the same really *hugs*
deep and tragic
pixie xx |
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