His existence is important to me
He is as quiet as the dead of night and
as cheerful as a sunny day
He is a helpful man; he cares about his family
But things go wrong; people get sick
His body began to burden his beautiful being
His weight began deteriorating, his body became brittle
My life is a Whirlpool filled with emotions
We were swallowed by the burdens of life
His face sinks in
Pulse in slow-motion
Head pounding like a drum in a band
Doctors diagnosis determines the destination
Pills for days, heartache for months
Phones ringing off the hook
Treatment is an empty gun
No more shots; need a reload
Another appointment, time to try again
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Author:
Dannie (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: March 29th, 2017 14:44
- Category: Sad
- Views: 23
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