RIP MM.

I see all of us know,
Kneeling in prayer,
And wonder, are you still waiting there? For we still feel your presence,
And there’s still your essence, that overtakes all other emotions,
And makes me doubt,
That ur still here,
Hiding and escaping from sight,
Something I don’t get,
I thought we’d made it clear,
We won’t forget,
Anything you’ve said or done,
My mind is filled with regret.
Yet, I set myself up,
For the hail of bullets
And thunderbolts
I know they’re coming
I can feel them
the electrified humming
In the air,
Around,
There’s no other sound,
But that of the storm,
That’s been here before,
Its just that we wethered it,
Then and again,
But it isn’t neccessary,
That each time,
We’ll be so lucky,
That the storm’ll be,
Just like a passing memory,
And some day we forget,
And learn to move on,
And so that’s why I write this now,
For the brain is fickle,
And easily susceptible to
The change and eeriness
That each day brings,
And though it pains me so,
To have to write this down,
I have to,
I don’t want to forget,
For the pain helps erase away the regret.
And now standing in the,
Center of it all,
I recall,
Hazily,
What you’d said to me,
Be brave, my love,
Its gonna get harder,
And the weariness doesn’t go,
But each time you try,
You’ll learn to resist,
The helpless that exists,
And makes you want to give up,
And just quit,
No don’t stop,
Never should you doubt,
Yourself or those around,
That you lean on,
For support, and strentgh,
And some amount of excuses,
To escape is an art,
But a weak one at that,
And thóugh running away is never wrong,
I trust that you’ll have the strength to move on,
And keep the belief alive,
And all that we have sacrificed,
Will be paid for,
For nothing goes to waste,
Its the order of the days,
And with this I say,
Goodbye my child,
One day I’m sure you will realise,
That memories don’t die,
Or fade away,
They growstronger with each day.