Not wanting to say goodbye like this
three years later & I'm still fucking pissed
I was in the room when you passed away
that shit haunts me each and everyday.
I relapsed & sank into a deep depression
I ignored & ignored so many suggestions
the anger and rage that's in my heart
the day you passed, I was falling apart.
I broke down and cried for days and weeks
there would be days I couldn't even speak
being in the room when you passed away
alone in the world with sadness today.
I'm angry and sad and tired and weak
stronger and stronger each day as I speak
seeing you slowly embracing your death
I held your hand as you took a last breath.




© Josiah Bhola Hillaire