The first snow turned to rain,
I wonder when I’ll be happy again.
The grey days remind me of loss.
Death takes its toll,
and I pay the cost.
I remember those who have moved on,
and the lonely grieving when they were gone.
Depression haunts the corners of my mind.
I look for signs that they are alright.
I know death is a part of life,
but the pain still takes me by surprise.
Like a sudden stab with a hidden knife.
I contemplate my own demise…
and wonder what emotions I’ll leave behind.
I like to think there is an after-life.
But I don’t know, can’t know.
What happens when we die?
I wonder if angels greet us.
Happy at last to meet us.
Because they have been watching us all our lives.
Cold as a corpse outside.
The wind blows cold and the chill lingers,
in the moist air.
Indeed it feels like grief out there.
Is dying like falling asleep?
Surrendering to the darkness and sinking into the peace?
Whether you are ashes to ashes or buried in a graveyard,
you’re defined by people who miss you when you’re gone.
But, mortal as they are, they only live so long.
in the end, we are swallowed up by time, on no one’s mind.
Replaced by succeeding generations.
No one to remember, or visit our grave.
And those left above us will behave how they behave.
Without a doubt they will love and break up.
Shout and quietly contemplate.
Have big dreams of being famous, infamous or great.
Of being remembered forever, or reaching heaven’s gate.
We will honor the dead as long as we can,
but in the end,
time will cancel our meaning and digest our death.
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