Heir Of Consequences

You’re the reason why I’m here
I have questions but, frankly, you won’t hear
Mom, why’d you have to go that early?
You released my hands and let it move freely.

I’m near to full
But for god’s sake I choose to be cool
I don’t know why this is happening
For sure, later this day I’m dying.

I want to give up but I can’t
I want to die but He wouldn’t let
I’m doing all of these just for you
But please, help me to pass through.

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Sad,poignant poem. Brilliant artistry.