GRIEF
So many questions.
So little time
What happens when “it" happens
When will we know she's gone?
Why is the room so dark?
Why does it smell like sour?
Why is the bed hissing?
When will we know Shes gone?
How is my wife so stable?
Why is my mother so... not?
How does my dad keep dozing off?
When will we know she's gone?
How do I say I love you?
How do I ask forgiveness,
How do I say I'll miss you?
When will I know your gone?
Why is you breathing so shallow?
Why does your chest still rise?
Why are you oh so quiet?
How will we know she's gone?
Why is the nurse so distant?
Why does she push her beliefs?
Is this not the time for sorrow?
How will I know she's gone?
Is that her breathing faster?
Is she going to wake up?
Is this all for nothing?
Will we know when she's gone?
Am I watching correctly?
Am I doing wrong?
Is this her last breath?
Will I know when she's gone?
I watched her take her last breath.
I was torn apart inside.
I know she's better in heaven.
The day my grandma died.
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A F Kraven
I have always loved telling stories, and i hope that i can entertain you as i used to enthrall my friends.
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