self

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.