The Final Goodbye

When we laid your body to rest

agony of pain enters into my chest.

 

I started to cry and scream

wishing that this was all a dreadful dream.

 

But in my eyes I saw it was true

I just wish it was not you.

 

I never envision the day

 that you will be so viciously taken away.

 

You were young and full of fun

now your life was taken away instantly from me, my beloved son.

 

Your years on this earth is far too few

and your life was taken horrifically too soon from you.

 

You should have been allowed to live

since you had a lot to give.

 

The horrific images in my mind on how you die I

keep asking myself over and over again why?

 

It is hard for the pain to relinquish from my soul

and keep my mind from being mentally whole.

 

 
   

 

 

 

While your murder is walking free.

The final goodbye is killing me.

 

© By: Naomi Johnson 

             11- 8-14

 

 

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