came too late

I beat. My head. Against. The ground,

My fists. Against. My chest.

I break. My heart. I hold. My breath,

Resist. The air. Itself.

I pray and scream to God above,

And echoes resonate.

But in the end the dead are gone,

My dear baby why are you gone 

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