Her Demise
When I read of her demise,
I felt no sorrow in my heart
I felt no pity in my soul
I felt no anguish in the
Knowledge that she was gone
I only felt jealousy that she was able to
So easily and effortlessly exit stage left
While I despair wondering
Why couldn’t it have been me instead?
I wake up every morning
Hating that I am still bound to this realm
Learning lessons that seem pointless
In this world full of hatred and intolerance
I am tired fighting this incessant battle of life
Filled with disappointments and regrets
That seems to be the foundation of life
I want to go home too
Now I lay me down to sleep
And I pray the Lord my soul to take
Me home
Just take me home
When I read of her demise
I felt no sorrow
Only envy
-Julie O’Hara 2024
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Great piece.
I felt your grief and sadness that you wrote on paper. Expression of anxiety over a loss.
This is deep and sad. I hope that you are okay!