Just Cry-
The lights swirl,
And the pain is real.
It hurts more than being punched.
They say he is dead.
The words...
They tear at me,
Scream at me,
Yell at me.
My face burns,
I close my eyes and see them.
The circle around me and then come crashing down.
Each one hits me like a bullet.
They sting so much,
I think I might scream.
I run outside,
I see someone.
It is a man.
I know him.
It's Grandpa.
He motions for me to sit down with him.
I rub against his faint glow and feel a faint beat of his wings.
And I cry,
Just cry.
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