I know this is fictional,
My fear – irrational,
My loss – pretty laughable…
But, God, how it hurts!
My pain is all physical –
So deep and so torturing.
I gasp as it’s wrecking me,
My dreams and my thoughts.
How could it be possible?
It must be an accident...
An error, a cruel joke... –
I know that it’s none.
So touching, so passionate –
His life and his suffering,
How much he kept bottled up.
Now all this is gone…
I’m shrieking and snivelling
And pleading for fairness.
My anguish unstoppable,
I wish I could pray.
But death is impartial –
No matter if fictional,
No matter if justified –
It hurts all the same.
It hurts and it burns,
It burns my chest through.
With days it will fade,
It’ll probably pass…
But now… How it hurts!
(23.07.2007)
It Hurts
© Copyright: Мария-Элоиза, 2007
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