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Mother I love you,

even thought I am young,

I understand,

the reason why now you shed tears of sorrow,

salted water have fallen to my bed,

shivering and trembling due to weather,

as I lay in the solid mattress,

almost seems unbreakable,

your sight grows in distance,

as I hear your deep,

almost fading away voice,

uttering

“good night my son”,

I know ill have to be here alone,

dont believe in the boogey man

nor monster in the closets,

yet I desire for the light not to turn off,

but is necessary,

in past moments,

I saw the moon and stars,

the heavens and angel figure in you,

now complete darkness,

oxygen decent,

my room is cold,

as I try to move,

plastic material I tend to grasp,

odors of dried fish,

past due milk, and expired food,

my room filled with bacteria,

oxygen descent,

as my little brain cells tend to fade away,

I grasp my danger state,

I kick and kick,

I cry and cry,

my room death trap,

whaaa whaaaaa,

plastic bag sticks as a mask,

mommy help me please,

I need your arms for relieve,

hold me tight,

at is a chilly night,

now I know the meaning fright,

nothing,

oxygen no more,

my spirit departs,

my 5 metal wall room,

two dark plastics as doors,

it reads waste management,

mother dont recall my mistake,

yet I hold the hand of a bearded man,

calling himself my father,

I walk to an unknown room,

with such delight is warm and soft,

lights never turn off,

beautiful, amazing, great,

all the feelings I had

before you close the doors of my old room,

and I discontinue to see your face