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No time for a goodbye.
Nothing left in sight but a chest cold as ice.
Eyes rolled back; time to lay him flat on his back.
Screaming in fear, my life has turned into despair.
Tears streaming down my face, I have lost time in faith.
Heart racing, mind disappears,
where is there left to turn?
Yelling at the top of my lungs, I never imagined him gone.
My lips began to tremble as my words started to fumble.
I lost control in speaking…
led to trouble breathing.
Calling 911, hoping they will come as fast as a shot of a gun…
I
Thought…
I
Saved
his life...
Time runs out fast.
So quick, everything becomes a past.
Dropped to my knees, I began screaming.
Hearing the truth, there was nothing left to do.
Until this day, pain becomes the new say.
Every day became a struggle.
I felt as if I was next on top of this this list.
Till this day my mind is in a constant race,
every moment picking up pace.
Although the pain and fear is still there,
I am thankful for God taking his son out of here.
But no matter what,
He is looking down from above,
Laughing at every ridiculous thing we think of.
**Dedicated to my brother.
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