It's funny, how a phone call can start a day
when your last grandparent on Earth has passed away
Especially when you know in her last days
Dementia was breaking her down as she lays
The truth is you've seen it before
Them slowly walking on a path till they're at death's door
Wondering what the suffering for
This emotional war
Till they don't know your name no more
It's hard to ignore
When they're part of the reason of who You are
When they came in clutch when times were really hard
No matter the distance they always were your heart
Their beautiful souls were sculpted work of arts.
Now they've dearly depart
It caught you off guard
You're really not surprised but you hate this part
Another chapter of sadness where things get dark
So is life with some color then there is noir
Life is Filtered noir
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Anthony Anthem
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Young Between Air and Space
Question? Where is my mind? I think I lost it long ago. My late teens in the clouds with no cargo I had a light carry on in the lane row Then it got heavy as I'm at the window That's reality, I guess I didn't cope well Especially to that four letter word fail I just wanted so bad just to do well Trying to fake it till I make it like they couldn't tell? Lady Gaga would have told me there's no poker face I was young I was dumb in that head space 20 years around the sun is a learning stage I just wish I had a manual, a list, a page? Though, what's the point of a story with same plot? Predictable to the end to the last dot. What will be my legacy I think about alot. And what experience has taught.
By Anthony Anthem2 years ago in Poets
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