Background Noise
Slipped, and shattered and gone.
In the world of suffering,
It is a lot to handle when overcoming.
Sudden, senseless,
And it’s bearably painful.
The days to follow are blur.
I feel like a ghost drifting
Throughout my own living.
I can sit for hours
And watch the world go by.
I am strongly convinced
That time to be
The main character ended
As my own story is over.
I became the background noise.
The one who does not know grief,
See her always alone and leave.
One day, she was sent flowers,
And at this moment,
She forgot that she is an old woman,
A forgotten widow
Full of suffering and sorrow.
At this moment, it was worst to smile.
She was blessed to be alive.
It is always a surprise
In the morning sunrise.
Some days are better.
Some days are worse.
I look on the positive side
Instead of the course.
You cannot do it all,
But you can do your best.
Tomshinsky@2025
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