The child in me screams,
He screams until he chokes.
Never-ending when you were leaving,
Never-ending, even when he's heaving.
You were my best friend;
The man I saw as G-d.
But now you're dead,
And his screaming never ends.
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Author:
jay scott sterling (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: still abt my grandpa. its hard
- Category: Family
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Comments1
I’m so sorry for your loss.
thank u
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