Without pop
I am tense worried
How much pain have I carried?
I only know
But where to go
He is only one
And I shall be left alone
If he does not recover
My world shall be over
I shall be headless
And face
Cruel world
He is not too old
I pray and seek
Especially with words to speak
But words truck in throat
“I would” I thought
I go to hospital daily
Come back sad really
My eyes shed some drops
Will I be without pop?
I could imagine
How in bad shape is in?
I put some words as solace
Let some worry lines come on her face!
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