Cancer, there is no answer
No rhyme or reason
No, typical season
It’s something you get through
Not something you do
Finality seniority
The process regress
The stages of grief
Sometimes death is relief
The things we aren’t supposed to say
The things we think to make it go away
We silently prepare
for the worst Black hurst
Negativity
Under a demon’s spell
Of no return of
The finality of it all
Life marker received the call
When a life ends
People in their grief try to make amends
It is selfish of me to think these things
The fear of what life brings
Saying the silent out loud
Facing the fear, giving it to God, letting Go
Who am I if not, my husband’s wife
What will happen to my life?
What will I become?
In totality I evolve
For whom the bell tolls
Death effects one and all
Not just the one the grim Reaper call