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Every Morning...Every morning when I wake up, I have a feeling of dread inside, My head is mashed, my mind a mess, Wondering if my Mum had died? A ticking clock, slowing down, Little by little it dies, And oh, this awful pain I have... And my uncontrollable cries... I want her to stay, I know she'll go- I'm a mess, what can I do? She's in my head constantly... ...And my heart is breaking in two. She's suffering so very much, Its cruel of me to want her to stay, But her time is near - for peace to come, On what will be a broken day. So insomnia is my only companion, While sleep has come for some, But not for me, yet another night, And soon another day will be gone. My head is like a jigsaw, Bits of it all over the place... I find most times...well- -My brain is an empty space. I can't hold my thoughts, they won't stick! Its like my head is full of fresh air, My thoughts escaping by the minute, Date I say it? But life feels unfair! So into His hands she will pass! Look kindly upon my Mum, I pay you give her salvation LORD; And as ever, Your Will, be done. Sunday, May 20th 2012 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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