You.
You are parting to the heavens,
Leaving thoughts embedded
Into my mind.
How unkind,
That death must welcome you,
To hold you before I do.
This cannot be true.
How alive I felt.
Your smile,
contagious,
And how outrageous
That you're being taken.
As you now awaken in a land of clouds.
But now,
My heart is aching,
Thoughts are racing,
I miss you now.
I miss us two.
My lips,
Quivering
At a thought only one can dread.
'You are dead'.
As I lay
Sitting in pain,
Grieving,
By your bed.
Oct 26, 2023
Oct 26, 2023 at 3:09 PM UTC
You.
You are parting to the heavens,
Leaving thoughts embedded
Into my mind.
How unkind,
That death must welcome you,
To hold you before I do.
This cannot be true.
How alive I felt.
Your smile,
contagious,
And how outrageous
That you're being taken.
As you now awaken in a land of clouds.
But now,
My heart is aching,
Thoughts are racing,
I miss you now.
I miss us two.
My lips,
Quivering
At a thought only one can dread.
'You are dead'.
As I lay
Sitting in pain,
Grieving,
By your bed.
This poem shows the first stages of denial in a person, from when they are about to die to when they pass away. This poem is one of many parts, please enjoy it!
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