a yOuNg DeAtH

Death brought heavy, cold, dark humidity

It brought my stomach acidity 

The dark humidity sat on top of a person’s shoulders

hurting the probability that any task would be accomplished that day.

The rain fell down in a dark and uneasy pattern making one turnaway 

Memories conveyed pain

It is impossible to maintain

Crystal is dead

On her deathbed

My mom astray

How do I help makeway

 impossible to understand what we unknowingly underappreciated 

until death courteously reveals its importance

But it doesn't matter.

My mind a scatter

this importance is snuffed from our lives.

Gone