To you, and me, death is scary.
A dark cloud, that makes is more wary.
But is it not just the unknown?
something we see but cannot roam.
It is not a bad thing,
we're all so afraid.
It is truly a sad thing,
the way death is displayed.
But as their eyes closed,
I know the soul of an angel arose
to journey beyond.
In the heavens, they belong.
We can ache, for death can break.
We can mourn, for death has torn.
It is okay to feel.
But the times come when our hearts must heal,
For all it takes is a glance above.
To see them there, the ones we love.
A wink of a star, is them letting us know.
With in our hearts, their love will grow.
Forever more their soul will soar.
In the clouds, they're probably laughing at us all.
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Poetry Of All Sorts
Puisi- Book One Of My Poetry Series - Throughout life we morph and change depending on the things we see and the experiences we exchange. Poetry has been my refuge whilst taking on the small battlefields of adolescents. So I give to you, the beating h...
