Sorrow Is Always There
The air around me is silent,
The calm before the storm.
I feel the need to vent,
As my life has taken on a new form.
Some days the sorrow is so hard to bare,
As I feel so many wrongs I have to make right.
Am I the only one to care,
I can only try with all my might.
No one asked me what I wanted,
To scream, to yell, to hit, to cry, to blame.
It is all daunted.
I will never be the same.
Why was it me?
Who was chosen to follow this new path?
There are so many things I wish I could see,
But all I can do is look at the aftermath.
This is not a war,
Unless you count the one in my heart.
The sorrow it does continue to pour,
As he will to me always be a part.
No one seems to want to know,
How I truly feel.
Some days’ life feels so slow,
My heart will never fully heal.
I am here,
He is gone.
Truly life’s worst fear,
But who’s path I am on.
Most days I never understand,
Why he was taken from me.
These emotions I no longer try to command,
I want the whole world to see.
I am not me,
My heart is no longer the same.
I do not know who I am to be,
I can only try to move forward with purpose and aim.
Does he know,
How much I truly love him.
The lengths I will go,
The first layers I will just skim.
He is a part of me,
For all the world to see.
So no matter the silence in the air,
My love is shouting,
Everyone will see all that you mean to me.
I love you my son.