The Silent Room

16 Dec

(Dedicated To The Memory Of Those Who Were Lost At Sandy Hook Elementary)

I stand in his room and look at the clothes
His uniform unwashed, his backpack torn
I lean in the doorway afraid to go in
Fearing the memories that come
And the death within
It seems so empty, so quiet
Without him here
And yet so perfect
Because this is how was
Here I realize
The past is here
and it’s not going to leave
I look at the pictures
the trophies
the bible on the bed
and begin to cry
At the hypocrisy of God
He believed so much
In a short period of time
He believed in Heaven
And I hope he was right
Faith has new meaning
Now that my son is gone
I don’t believe in life after death
So I’m lost
In this silent room


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