When the clouds become inky black tomorrow
When all you are left with is tears and a gloomy face
When am not there to make you smile or sit next to you
When all your left with is memories of me
When all you hear is the cliché “he is in a better place”
When am not there to cheer you up
When am not there to write you beautiful poems
When everything you do doesn’t go your way and am not there to stand up for you
When something doesn’t make sense and am not there to break it down with no judgement
When am not there to see you become the best version of yourself
When am not there to see you achieve everything you ever wanted
When memories we created starts to ebb away and am not there to create new ones
When am not there to tell you are beautiful and complement your dressing
When my smile fades away from your memory
When life takes me away from you
When each passing day reminds you of me and your tears have run out
When When arrives just know everything will be all right with time
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Author:
Jayb_Garang (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: LIFE HAS TO END...HOW WILL WE COPE AFTER OR HOW WILL THE ONES WE LEAVE BEHIND COPE UP?
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Comments1
Very interesting. Thinking about the impact of our own passing is definitely a hard thing to put into words. Well done.
thanks
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