These are the seams,
Pushed away by disease,
This rambunkshess nature,
A heartbreak and jab,
The mortuary slab.
Expecting me to be profound,
I wish that I could,
I'd express the correct actions and sounds,
To help you be understood.
These horrific scenes,
Caused at an unexpected age,
Would draw you to your knees,
Bringing an unanticapated heartache,
Identify and cry,
A rolling boulder fell from your eye.
Arms wide open,
A shoulder to unwind,
Cautious of this feeling,
Pain and grief is better than nothing.
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