The Death I Mourn

7 years old, too young to understand
Oh dad died, come on my brother, let's ride our bikes to the forest
Play as if nothing has transpired

The silence round the table for dinners
Then play as if nothing happened
Go to school, go to church, go to hell dad

Mature thoughts replace childishness
Like do they know my father is in a grave
These before puberty, too young to have to understand

That is the death I mourn, not his selfish demise
Written by Mastersensation (Pent)
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By Pent
June 27th, 2021
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