Death

For my mom

There's not enough words to explain this feeling
Every time I sit and think of you
A cloud of memory resurrects your spirit
I stretch my fingers and try to touch you

But emptiness is what I grab onto,
that dreaded air betrays me again
Can I wake up from this nightmare
See you face, and hold your hand.

Reviews

[Inspiring Writer]

The first stanza tells something about reality but the IInd one's filled with some great questions especially last two lines. Creative thinking, nice flow of ink. Well written.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I can relate to this one... the lost of mine always gets me... but I feel the presence of her even if the physical part is gone... the void is there... but the spirit lives inside me...

[Simon Welsh]

Awhh this is nice. Love that second stanza.