The nightmares consume me, daytime and night.
I want to feel better, and one day, I might.
When my first child died, the darkness set in.
And I thought that I’d never, feel warmness again.
It’s been a long road, and I’ve come a long way.
But my avenue’s blackened, where the children still play.
I fight through the pain, and I do wear it well.
But my outer is heaven, while my inner is hell.
I laugh, and I smile, like most people might.
But under the surface, it’s always a fight.
I fear of the worst, repeating again.
So, I worry too much, and I often pretend.
I want to be better, and lord knows I’ve tried.
But what gives me my comfort, is my kids by my side.
About the Creator
Mark Pallottino Jr
I'm Mark, I'm a 35-year-old family man who loves to try a little bit of everything creative that I can. I have three beautiful little girls, and one daughter who passed away when she was a baby. I look forward to reading and sharing.
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I think that's the most devastating kind of loss a person can be forced to endure, my heart breaks for you and your family.
There is greater strength in you than should ever be demanded of anyone. This excerpt alone is more than enough to move a man.