joshmatt Poetry (1)

I hated the sounds of life and death and the numbers that reduced with evey breath. I hated the sight of one so young, being kept alive by a mechanical lung. I hated the sound of her pittyful cries and I still feel the pain for never seeing her eyes.

A breif hello, an eternal goodbye, a loving kiss a greiving cry.
From cradle to grave in only three days, oh yes! the lord works in mysterious ways.

Now shaddowed walls surround my mind, an abyss of painfull thought. I dont understand the feelings inside me, lifes lesson I am tought.
The cars are arriving and something breaks deep inside. Sad faces completely surround me, the taring pain I can not hide.
A song is played, a hymn is prayed, in just a moment she is gone.
Years later tears are falling but, lifes clock must still tick on.


Jodie Clark. Three days old. rip Dad x