Dear Death, 

Steps. One, two three.

I peer into the room

but I hate what I see.

I feel a cloud of gloom, looming o'er me.

Shaking, trembling, yet completely still. 

I run outside, brushing away my tears,

nothing can soothe me, no one will.

It's then that I realize, here lies my biggest fear.

Time. One week, two weeks.

Someone explain to me how this is fair.

Promises I can't seem to keep, 

All I can do it sit and stare.

We leave, but we come right back.

He lies there dying,

exhausted from the sleep I'm lacking, 

as I stand there crying. 

Love, someone that was left behind

This poem is about: 
My family


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