Resting Place

Resting Place

A Poem by brucethemaster

Your resting place is under dirt and grass
And I sit here on my living a*s
One I watched suffer until the last breath
The other never got to live and only met death

Each one meant more to me than I could explain
Each loss filled me with pain
Every day without them, I can only count the days
I wish they could've stayed

Every breath they don't take
Is a breath I wish I could give
Just to hear a heartbeat at least one more time
What I would give to tell them about my love for them

It hurts to know this is only a dream
And in that dream is this wish I make
But reality bares its teeth
They're gone and I only have the memories to keep.

© 2013 brucethemaster


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Added on April 25, 2013
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brucethemaster
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Name is Bruce. I am engaged to Mereanda and we have 2 kids together. My writing career started in 2002, I am the author of the Insanity series and other books that are available on Amazon just search .. more..

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