Death

A poem about one leaving a loved one in death.

Walking along the wood
The day as familiar as yesterday was
The clouds always change the mood
Today they are black
Yesterday they were the same
Why can’t they be different?
Like the sun
And like you and I
Your hand reaches out and holds mine tight
You try to reassure me that all is ok
And that the clouds will change sooner or later
But I don’t believe you
It feels as if they will stay the same
Miserable and dark
I squeeze your hand back
Baby
I want to find another way to deal with all this
You say there is no other way
Why can’t there be light on this important day
I hug you not ever wanting to let go
But then I am pulled up and up
Until you are a little speck below me
And then I am gone
And you will never hear of me again, until you join me
But don’t rush
Enjoy the time as much as you can
Because I didn’t try
So my time expired
Don’t waste, but enjoy that you have life

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A peaceful way to describe death. Hard to find anything good in death. But like your poem stated. "Don’t waste, but enjoy that you have life". These are wise words to live by. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote