Early Mourning
Early Mourning
Walking as If in a dream,
During those early months.
Wrestling with regret
And things left unsaid.
Crying in public
And feeling the pain,
Of a life never finished,
Incomplete and unseen.
Fighting the shock,
Of a decision so cruel.
Coming to grips ,
With the shattering of a dream.
Waking up empty
And hearing my screams.
Going through lfe,
One day at a time.
Picking up pieces ,
Of a broken life.
Getting through holidays,
And all of the strife.
Remembering your life,
And saying goodbye.