Lord, Let Her Pain Be Soothed

Looking through the crack
Of the door...
While she wept
She wept intensly
As she pulled the hair
From her head
Almost to the point
of tearing it off...
Desperation rose
While the sounds of despair
Filled her room...
The question was why...
The rain had stopped falling...
The weather had simmered...
The sounds of terror continued
With each tear that fell from her eye...
He had not the words...
He felt his heart so light,
Why could he not feel?
With a burst of courage
He opened the door
Screaming from out his lungs
"I love you my dear...
I am right here !"
She continued weeping
With a faint type release
A paper fell to the ground
With a picture of him
With the words reading...
Rest in peace.

Mark David Grijalva Peres
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