Obituary

I hear her voice call out my name and I sigh....

The smell was almost overpowering and it hit them...

Written by Sophie

Saturday, 12 April 2008

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Saddened, hardly breathing, I read the words for the umpteenth time

I see the lines upon the page, but nothing here makes sense.

How could it be true, when last I saw you, you were fine.

It is almost as if the obituary was in the future tense.

As if it were a prediction of something that is to happen,

But it can't be, no, not now.

Reality sets in and my room, it starts to darken

I realize what happened, and how.

You are gone, you are dead and nothing holds me back,

As I burst into acid tears of helplessness.

I know that when I stir from my crying I will lack,

The will, and need, to live.

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