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Gone

by weavingwords

It was a song of sorrow and pain that was heard miles away from the hospital room. It wasn’t fine that the world kept moving when an angel had only just met her doom. *What once was dust will leave as dust The bones of a fallen warrior, the bravest of all Lies upon the table, so fragile and small* The world kept spinning and all I knew was the words echoing inside of my head, she's gone she's gone she's gone she's gone The battle finally ended, the reaper has come, I knew with each step taken I was a step closer to the truth that she who loved me was gone forever. My feet got heavier as I heard the saddest melody in sync to sing a perfect harmony of weeps and prayers of the brokenhearted, a sad truth that she was gone indeed. The whole world fell apart when i heard the last beep of a dying heartbeat, the cold touch of what used to be warm. Oh, my mouth danced the prayer but my heart still grieved, for her eyes were as blank as her soul was gone.
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Published
Sep 17, 2016
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Last year my great grandmother left our sides. She was nearly a hundred and death was inevitable, we all knew. But it was my first funeral and I had no idea what to expect.

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#sad#life#death#dead#family#funeral#grief#grieving#grandmother
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