witnessing the death of a loved one has left me with the loss of hope
day in day out the scene is played in a loop
the last breath taken and nothing i could do
the rest of the day was a blur
much like the rest of my life
now i write to keep me alive
life keeps going but i shouldn’t be alive
scraping by is what i do
i have sat next to death on the bed
but i couldn’t do it
the trigger pull that i thought would fix it all