On this road to nowhere,
Time is all I've got.
Ticking like a bomb.
Welcoming the explosion.
Life slips through my fingers,
Like an hour glass full of empty promises.
Birds falling from the sky
Don't know why they die.
Life is very short or so they say.
Searching for the key
To unlock this mystery
I'll sit in this cage and wait for your return.
Broken hearts still beat.
"Keep calm and carry on!"
Wishing I could slide into the sea.
Your voice whispers through the trees,
"I love you Mom."
1 comments:
Sweet. We have no choice - we who have lost sons - our eyes open in the morning, hearts beat and we breathe. The choice is not ours but God's. I loose myself in service to others - for which I am grateful I can - and continue on. The loss, sorrow and emptiness never comes to an end but we wait - wait to die?, wait for answers?, or wait for that group of words that will solve the mystery of it all? Wait is what we do as there is no other option. Take care my dearest and know my heart is with you.
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