A note slip
From the cold grip
Of once a warm hand
That falls in cemented ground
Picked up by crying finger
With the silent simper
The note say
Dear mommy,
I'm sorry
Please forgive me
I can't take it anymore
The medicine and the cure.
I told you before
That I wish there's a way
To make the pain go away
And this feels like the easiest way
©sonatus
S