This destructive oblivion...

...a mascacre of my life.

Everything was stolen from me.
from my sweet, young fruit...
to my love given companion.
my freedom...
my whole heart.        ...and my smile.

Oh, that fateful day!
When she set her gaze upon me
and said,
"Your time has come."


Must I have been too happy?
surely the most common way,
tragedy makes his enterance.
Perhaps it was blinded hope
that set the ball into place.


...No matter the cause,
I have lived too long,
fought too hard, to just cowar down
and die!
So I pushed and strove
Three weeks of mixed sorrow...
...and determination.
until
finally
my child was returned to me.



...And though I lost so much
on that infamous day
August 16th-
The most important thing
was her pleaded return.


Still my skies are thick and heavy,
pouring challenges and hardships
upon me with each glance, outside
I take.
At night, when I'm lonely and morose,
I'll still overpour, and inhale, until i dull my mind.
until I am at ease...
but come morning
perserverance rules me.
I can and will make it through this!
I will be strong and do whatever
need be done
to keep this family alive!