But the sun is too bright;
It sears my eyes
And hurts my head
Already heavy with grief.
But the breeze is too cold;
It tears off my skin
Sends chills down my spine
Crushed by the weight.
I cannot smell the smells that
Fill you with so much wonder.
All I see is pain.
All I feel is sorrow.
I want to go outside
And know the joy of a
Spring day,
But when
I close my eyes I
See my uncle grilling
Smiling, laughing
Hugging me
Lying there with eyes closed
Lips turned down
Hands folded, cold and stiff
Still breathing.
I call but he won’t answer.
I don’t know what to say.
One chance to share my family’s
Grief
But autopilot kicks
In and all I say is “Good”
And all I do is smile!
It’s disgusting! I can’t even
Cry and I
Want to rip
Out my heart
And my eyes!
….
So much easier
To watch an image
Of an image
Of an image
That is not
My
Memory.
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