A simple word,
One syllable,
Less than a second to say,
Maybe a second to type it,
But a lifetime of questions,
A lifetime of tears,
Several moments of anguish,
Several years of intrusive emotion,
Of counting the beats between each breath,
Such a throwaway word with heavy weights: death.

He lurks in the framework of our minds,
And breathes poison into each living cell,
Waiting,
Hoping,
His time to strike will come,
He’ll cut us down with one mighty swoop,
With one deadly cut of his scythe.

I’m dead now and you give me your tears,
Resting your head upon my still chest,
Soaking my already cold clothes with regret,
Chilling my rigid body as you sprawl over my breast,
Move forward several weeks to my cremation day,
And flowers adorn the coffin in which I sleep,
And pretty ribbons and rows of cards from all that I knew,
To try to cheer my darlings’ heart as she hides the times she weeps.

The sky has turned a peculiar grey,
As they stand at the grave,
Holding back the tears and growing fears,
Holding to the life you gave,
Your country won’t forget but memories are short,
The image they have is of anguish,
But now your body rests in eternal slumber,
They need you by there side- they can only wish.

You suffered,
You struggled,
Your life was cruel and hard,
You were tortured,
You were tormented,
Your life was short and fast.

Now we comfort ourselves,
We say only what we can,
Rest in peace,
Peacefully slumber,
Rest in peace,
R.I.P….
R.I.P….
R.I.P.…

I smile when I think of the times we shared,
All the joy and laughter,
My memories – my safe place,
But yet I cry at the sight of your face,
But in reality it’s all I have,
Only a photo.