Illness in morning dew
amazement surpasses all.
Can it be?
A heart beats faintly
the room erupts
tears, smiles, congratulations
showers and laughter.
The moon passes by.
Deep rooted agony
in a room much to white.
The light goes out.
Followed by silence,
screams
Please!
Please!
Not us!
How could it happen
to us!
Mourning
life that did not live.
Heartsick
morning noon and night
sleep does not come
food does not taste.
Yet they say it wasn't real
they say this wasn't life.
This was not death.
To short to be life.
To small to be life.
It did not scream as it faded.
A none life
broke hearts
yet does not matter.
Too busy.
Too young.
My body
it invades my body.
I feel no duty
destruction means nothing.
I hear no cry
blind to It's face.
Unwanted.
Terminated.
Unmourned.
Self rises over love
it is insignificant
not life.
Love rises above self
there is no greater purpose.