The Deal of Death

I wrote this after my grandpa died..never really showed this to anyone till now

The Deal of Death

Sitting on the lonely corridor
I lean upon
the pillars of memory that
hold up this creakin heart
death that part from us, the dearest
leaves no life, but emotions
that live on until...
time comes for us all....

I can reach those old high (cupboards)
I couldn't reach back den,
wer u used to hide from us
those pretty peacock feathers
but now I look upon that empty shelf,
I see feathers that have flown away
with you, grandpa...to the highest skies

Strange how a man I doubt
held any cross in life
now holds a cross so firm
in the night of life

With this heavy heart I hold onto,
I look at the cloudy sky in those
eyes that brought me up,..and
my heart sinks in the
rain that falls.
What seems real
are those what we feel,

Standing near that ice cold box,..
I folly the light that falls
from that golden chandelier,
up on your glowing face
For it can't warm the
cold u lie in.

this majesty ends
... with you dear grandpa