I think of the days without me
Foreshadowing the end so vividly
Better men falling at steady pace
Those left behind move forward to handle with grace
Lives filled with fears
Ends with eyes filled with tears
Men on a pedestals smile momentarily to hide their true feelings
I feel like ripping out my skin and roar like a lion to express my feelings
Instead they are suppressed deep inside
Not allowing my sorrow to outshine my pride
Eating me alive like an infectious cancer
The rhythm of the day takes over routinely like a dancer
Time will eventually mend the heavy heart
But that is my greatest fear, that this is only the start
Written by Lanis
Monday, June 24, 2002