Screams. Tears. Despair.
A sense of sadness in the atmosphere.
Loss that cuts so deep,
Leaves you wondering how your body will sleep.
Then the loneliness kicks in,
Sending your mind into a tailspin.
Watching the angelic eyes you once woke up to.
Lifeless, dim, no longer the same shade of blue.
You hear the words, “time of death: 12:01”
Followed by deafening silence as you’re about to run…
Until you hear some loud cries in the next room,
A new life, fresh out of the womb.
And in the middle of your grief and strife,
You realize that you witnessed the circle of life.
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