A Child crying for their mother dead and gone.
A Dad working two jobs to rise his two sons.
She is crying and can't breath because the pictures were not erased.
He wants to hold his hand but so many people know his family from church.
Me......I am sitting here with a broken heart ....silly right?
NO I AM HUMAN and my feelings matter as well, It dosen't make ANYONE else's matter any less.
Tragedy is blind no number or words it happens and
YOU define the meaning of Tragedy.
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Author:
Dekin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 22nd, 2017 23:38
- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by "Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be Kind. Always." Robin Williams
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