There are no words
Poem by Martina Stopani Dedicated To Kevin Spalding
There are no words in any language worthy enough to describe how much you are missed
The whole that you have left in my heart can never be filled
The pain I feel when I think of you will never leave me
The peaceful quiet of your passing should bring me comfort
Yet all it does is remind me you are gone and all that is left is the things you owned
So many evil people who have done unspeakable things why should they enjoy long lives?
When you by no means perfect but a kind, brave and loving man get a meagre 54 fucking years.
Life isn't fair that's why you work hard you find a little bit of happiness and then life pulls the rug out from under you to remind you of your place
I'm scared if I get too happy I will lose someone else that someone else I love will be ripped away
There are no words none at all not now or ever
About the Creator
Martina Stopani
I'm 22 and i have a little boy I've loved writing since i was little.
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