For the Dead and the Dying ✓

IV. Letting Go

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Someday you must have felt the woe,
The grief and despair seemed to grow,
So much that you feel suffocated, dead,
Wherever your eyes travel, you only feel dread.

Of death.

Oh you must have seen it once,
The seductive being who stops your pulse,
You must have felt it tearing off,
All your happiness, joy and love.

And your life itself.

Was it easy for you, oh deceased?
To leave behind all on the day you were released,
Did you not feel pain leaving behind all,
Or bliss you felt as you left this world, false?

I know not.

I know not what might ease your path,
Shall coercing our grief and suppressing our wrath,
Bring a little happiness to you,
And smoothen the path which you shall go through?

Or so they say.

I know not if drowning in grief and denying fate,
Or pouring out our frustration on the gods and showing them hate,
Shall bring you back from the inevitable,
Shall it make time reverse, the invincible?

A futile pursuit, say what?

They say attachment binds,
And illusions make us blind,
While letting go is the virtue of love,
That it is love, pure and true, which helps the soul travel to the up above.

But how do we convince ourselves?

Because when you left,
You left us with a gaping hole,
Within our souls which shall never heal,
Why must it be so hard to let go?

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