Just like a flower withers and dies,

  the tears are squeezed from my eyes.

  Like a river’s rolling current,

  the pain is overwhelming as death swims by.

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  It hurts to look a person in the face when their soul is gone,

  a person’s pitiful death,

  a person who could do no wrong.

  People are left behind to mourn.

  The anger I have,

  I’m broken and full of scorn.

  I feel empty,

  like a deserted city.

  No one to see me on my way,

  no one to see me on my days,

  loneliness doesn’t pay.

  However, we must be strong

  after Cheryl is gone.

  - dedicated to Cheryl Molton