Loss

     Loss
I am a writer and I have a story,
Unlike other stories mine may never be read,
It will never be talked about,
It's truth will never be said.
It is ingrained in my nightmares,
Always waking me in my bed,
All I can hear are her cries,
Slowly filling up my head,
Living day to day with this pain,
Is slowly driving me insane,
Most people just look away,
Dismissing my sorrows,
With lies of easier tomorrows,
While all I can do is fade away,
I lost more then my daughter that horrible day.
Yet through all of my grief that is all you can say?
I am not a writer but I do have a story, About the very moment this mother lost all her glory.