My last poem

My last poem this will be.

No need for emotion no need to think,
The wells have ran dry! No rain for relief no water to drink.

I feel the soft putter in my chest reminding me of what i lost,
depressed, homeless, and now alone on the road i must cross.

It has become difficult for me to put two thoughts together,
I always seem to be on the stormy side of the weather.

I am not happy nor sad, certainly not mad,
I only realize the potential i once had.

When i lost my grace i lost all control,
When she lost her life i lost my soul.

Regret surrounds me masked thick to my lungs,
its now hard to exhale SHE WAS SO YOUNG!!!

Stroke was the case, blood clot to the Brain,
never saw it coming the doctor tried to explain.

"the chance of this happing to someone this young,
is more rare than one million to one."

Damn that doctor! Stats will never be the issue,
No one will ever know just how much i miss you!