I got so much pain inside my soul. Bubbling waters from a boiling pot of gold. Inside this blood I’m streaming to find where things fell apart. Signal gets weaker as I come close to the charts. The doctors determine nothing further to do. Sent you away after you suffering for four full days, and hospice is the place that remains. You pissed on yourself and did number two. No one out to clean up the mess because you were pre-announced already dead. This was before your death bed that had been sent for you. Pushing the issue away because no one else wanted to deal with you. I’m not blaming everybody because not everyone’s the same, but why was it that you got put into with the worst ones at bay. I kept praying and your momma to. That you recover with the word of God because he is the truth. “How could his love and the word have touched you in the slightest way”, I asked myself this because If you’re drying inside out without liquids going in. How exactly can you expect the body...