Lamentations of the Living

i wrote this last year, so it's not that good, and it was after my grandfather died.

Shadows

Passing away into the mist of

Darkness, where all eventually

Returns to.

Gone forever, never to be

Reunited with family,

Never knowing.

Lying in eternal slumber,

Never moving, never waking,

Leaving those behind to

Suffer, until, they too,

Become one with the

Darkness.

Reviews

[Mariah]

A different way to look at dying.

It's a way most people see it, only when it affects them.

I can tell this poem was written in a time of turmoil. It's powerful, really.