Grief

 In a few hours my mom will have left me for a whole day.

I look at the grass, the trees, the sky, my eyes full of my world, and my heart is empty except for the pain of existence without you Mom.

I see people walking down the sidewalks laughing.

What right dose the world have to go on when my heart is broken?

I gave everything to caring for my dad and mom.

I asked for nothing and have received nothing from either my mom or dad.

I have no income, no friends, very little family, and soon people that already have more then they need will take my home.

Why is the world still here when I lost my whole world, my whole reason for waking up in the morning?

My Mom left me exactly 13 years after my Dad died.

What's it all about?

I can't answer.

But she is free now.

I ate stuffed peppers all alone.

I have been thrown away again.

My plethora of friends hide the  mountain of family rushing to my comfort.

Not.

I wonder if it will be the loneliness or my soon to be hard life that will kill me in the end?

Location: Watkins Glen, NY, USA

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