Holes Poem by Mathew Sutter

Our love was absolute and perfect,
We were going to be together forever.
But than you were ripped from my arms.

Because of who we loved,
And what we love.
You are dead now.
Your body never able to breath again,
To touch me again.

I weep every second of the day,
Knowing you are buried in dirt.
You were taken away before,
We even had our happily ever after.

I'm sick and dying,
And I can't take it anymore.
If feels like I have tiny holes,
All over my body.
The pieces you took from me,
When you died.

What kind of world do we live in?
Isn't this the home of the free?
No, This is the home of murderers
And people make it so.

My darling love,
I hate what they have done to you,
And I can't even stand,
These holes make me empty.
To where I can't even breath.

I will miss you my darling,
And soon I will be with you.
To touch you again.
To replace my empty holes with you again.