My loss was their gain

They got exactly what they wanted.

I expected the anger. They told me grief comes in waves. But no one warned me how hot it burns. He was always solid, like a rock. When the storms would come he would stand, unmoved. He was safety. He was a superhero. When he left, he took his power with him. My heart can’t accept he’s gone. Sometimes I think he’s just out of reach. Just at home with mom. Sitting in his favorite chair. Asleep as the news played on the TV. But then the world reminds me the chair he sat in is empty. And I get mad. I’m mad I didn’t get more time. I’m mad because I wasn’t ready. I’m mad because they took him away from me and I never received an apology. Not that they would and not that I would accept it. I’m angry, yes, but I’m also shattered. If I was given the chance, I might have been able to save him. But they isolated us. ‘For our own good’. ‘For our protection’. I’m told to show mercy to those who have harmed us. Well, FORGIVE me if I never do. How can I forgive a world that took his life and used his death as a fear tactic to manipulate the masses?

He’s gone and they don’t give a shit. He just became another number. Another statistic. And they played us all like fools.