No kids No wife No girl to Share his world
– Sad as can be…
– The anticipation of life
No family Only tragedy Celebrating holidays Eating treats No longer Matter to me
– The hand that was dealt No pity party No sympathy No crying No shame Just understanding Life’s not game
The distance and unpleasant
Aromatic scent of death
– Cold as winter Skin white as snow Dark black heavy bags Form a sinners halo
– Bitter “Jack Frost” painted Upon his nose Undiscovered for weeks Dotted red circles Surrounded her cheeks
– God rest their souls
– Visible & Invisible Scars Uncovered Later discovered
