In the Mourning Sun

By , Kennesaw, GA
You have lost your son
in the bitter night's air
life will never be won
you know it's not fair.

Life has it's complications
we can't understand
I give my consolations
but you won't take my hand.

Everyday, you mope and sigh
worry about the afterlife
while everyone just passes by
you forget you're still a mom and a wife.

You scream "How could he do this to me?!"
but this world doesn't revolve around you
I know that you're unhappy
but mom, I've lost my brother, too.





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