Death Rage
I don’t know how to handle death
I can’t rant and rave or cry
It just builds up inside me
Like a rage that just wont die
I don’t want to talk about him
I don’t want to see his child
I just want to forget him
So this rage don’t drive me wild
Family get togethers are bad
As his laughing sisters and brothers
Reminisce of years gone by
And our thoughts are of another
Holidays are the worst time
For remembering and reminiscing
As we gather around the table
And our youngest son is missing
