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I wrote this poem when I lost my mother to cancer and I thought it was the end of the world as I knew it.


My days are filled with anguish and pain.
My nights are engulfed with an endless strain.
Through the day I search for a way to end the feeling of emptiness in my life.
But then night comes and reality cuts me sharp like a knife.
For it is at night I realize I have accomplished little in my years.
This is when my eyes begin to fill with tears.
Although I know tomorrow will bring rays of sunshine to a few.
For me it will bring another day
Filled with raindrops and dew.
I do have hope for my future to
Have joyous days.
But this will take time, patience,
And walking through a somewhat endless maze.
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3 Visitor Comments

i really understand were you are turely coming from,keep on writing,keep on writing
I just lost my mother 4 months ago and my father 4 years ago this poems expresses some of what iam feeling
The author is very concise about the story, yet the impact to the reader is strong that you will feel the emotions right before you finish reading the whole poem.

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