Just like a flower withers and dies,

the tears are squeezed from my eyes.

Like a river’s rolling current,

the pain is overwhelming as death swims by.

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It hurts to look a person in the face when their soul is gone,

a person’s pitiful death,

a person who could do no wrong.

People are left behind to mourn.

The anger I have,

I’m broken and full of scorn.

I feel empty,

like a deserted city.

No one to see me on my way,

no one to see me on my days,

loneliness doesn’t pay.

However, we must be strong

after Cheryl is gone.

- dedicated to Cheryl Molton