It has come
It knocked
The door opened
It has taken him.
It took him in my hands
I tried
Forcing him to stay, I did.
Yet his breath felt pained.
He counted his breath like a gym man
And 8 was his last.
I begged him to let us go
Yet he knows me not.
He has come,
Not for me but for him
He came December 19th, 2025, 3:05pm.
He let a scar for the whole family.
He came
He came again
And left with him.
How do my words tell the family,
That I tried,
I plead
And bargain with it to let him stay?
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