Teardrops and tissues,
From times of bereft
Leave trails of haunting memories.
Ladies and gentlemen gather from all around
Mainly, out of respect
They don't quite feel the sorrow and regret.
Though they fake empathy and try to have sympathy.
It never really helps
No matter what they say,
The outcome is the same
And the lost are still gone
Never to return.
YOU ARE READING
The Gone
PoetryThis is a poem I wrote after my Grandpop died. Sadly nine months later my Grandad died. Sorry it's depressing, but it's the best poem I've ever written.
