Story by Sammy
No matter how
many times I hear this, it has the power to unveil the stricken grief I feel
inside. The best way I can articulate this further is to reveal some of the
lyrics as it explains word for word my experience with a loved one who lost the
war against disease:
Nothing left
but a broken man.
Terrified of
everything.
Nothing left of
his foolish pride.
His fond
memories slowly die.
Then as he
wakes again alone.
Still a
prisoner in his home
ready to allow
the dark.
To penetrate
his broken heart.
I'm still
afraid of the light.
And 1000 voices
share their laughter.
At his demise.
R.I.P Dad
Artwork by Karin
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