Torn between life, love and death
This is something we see and face each day
But yet somehow it’s different when it involves
The one that your deepest darkest areas of your life go to
Watching it happen with VIPs around you friends and families are one thing
But seeing it happen with the one closest to your heart is something totally different indeed
It shatters your insides makes you feel like you want to hide
Makes you want to just sleep and cry
You sometimes don’t even feel like you even know who you are inside
Then to remember and realize once again that you have to question if this may again be facing a final goodbye
All the fears you ever hid inside and bottled up or left to rot and die never did and all surface back up to the top again as if the devil is peeking in to say Hi
Every fear jar opened and stinking of stench again as the truth of the moment comes alive again
Death is never easy alone as it goes yet to go thru death or even a possibility yet again of it with the one closest to your heart
It stabs you like a dagger deep into the heart
Alone it’s not easy to face and never will be but then to smell it as if you were in a dungeon or taste the sailine or see the wear of aging taking that loved one before your eyes it’s even more scarier then ever once was before.
It leaves you standing face to face at deaths open door
You stand there torn by death
