I walk upon familiar streets.
Thoughts of you begin to flood my mind;
People pass by, completely unaware
Of the pain that corrodes me—
The black hole that engulfs me more.
Your smile erupts gracefully, yet ever so painfully
Within the confines of my mind.
My heart thumps, almost as if it mimics a symphony of bass drums;
Except I am not the orchestrater.
I gaze upon the pristine sun,
Bustling with a radiance much like your own.
You were a wonderful human being,
One who never grew old.
When does it end, Mom?
Clandestine pain.