Black Sunday

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I’m crying
I try to be quiet
My face, florid
With sadness
What’s wrong with me?
What’s wrong? I thought
I slumber out of bed and look into mom’s eyes
She is crying too
No, nothing is wrong. Just a nightmare
I hold her and tears fall on her small black dress
A nightmare it is
Looking around and notice how cold and hollow my room is
It looks empty and black, abyss like
Almost not real, it is though
I look down at my cold feet and watch the tears fall
Soon they dry on my face
I’m so selfish, letting myself do that
Crying
I put on my black coat
Dad’s fine I though it’s just a heart attack





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