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by Lark
Rated: ASR · Poetry · Death · #1325617
This is a Mother's thoughts after the death of a child.
Since My Sons Death, I Wait:

Things are different now.
                         
I no longer believe that the world
                                 
Is a forgiving place.

                                   
Good luck is only
                                   
An empty notion
                           
That innocents wish upon.

                               
Life is what we have.
                               
For how long it is ours,
                                   
we do not know.

                         
I talk to myself now, out loud.
                                   
I no longer worry,
                               
That someone will see.

                                       
In the dark,
                                   
I speak to Andy.
                                       
I do not hear,
                                         
His reply
                                             
but
                                           
I wait.
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