watching mom die...(never happened)
Sitting and staring.
watching the lifeless corpse.
pronounce her death.
Im torn between reality and its armor.
So young, they all said.
She has done so much.
Walking my way down the aisle.
I open the casket where she lay forever.
Tears are streaming down my pale face.
Wishing I could have told her one last time that I loved her.
I was blinded by my own life.
I was to shallow and narrow minded.
I had taken everything for granted.
Every l;ast tear has fallen by now.
It was going to be the last time I ever cried.
there was nothing left inside me.
I was and empty vase.