The only thought coursing through my mind
I can’t escape it, It haunts me.
This isn’t real.
You’ve been present from my first breath;
Now I’ll be present for your last.
This isn’t real.
Strength was your aura, You wore it like a veil;
The disease saps you of life.
This isn’t real.
I find it hard to speak my feelings.
My thoughts reveal what words can’t;
This isn’t real.
I’m hesitant to admit it, I’m living in hell.
I know the Lord is good,
I just wish this wasn’t real.
Confessions 