by shadow1950taunton, Somerset, England, UK
Sep 2013 545 Views 11 comments
Death
Death creeps quietly in
often taking by surprise
one last gasp of air
leaving behind pain
sadness, sorrow and such loss
emptiness of heart
days pass by in grief
each becomes full of torment
as one struggles on
no light just darkness
no end is yet to be found
time they say will heal
for them left behind
no peace, just grief smothering
icy heart with blackness
often taking by surprise
one last gasp of air
leaving behind pain
sadness, sorrow and such loss
emptiness of heart
days pass by in grief
each becomes full of torment
as one struggles on
no light just darkness
no end is yet to be found
time they say will heal
for them left behind
no peace, just grief smothering
icy heart with blackness
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Sep 2013
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Comments (11)
BY
Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
Nice Poem ~ shadow1950
you write reminded me of Eckhart Tolle's words ~
'Death is not the opposite of life. Death is the opposite of birth. Life has no opposite...'
Ty for your sharing
so heavy for the ones left behind,
but I so love the comment above
to know the one who has gone is still here but in light now