Death is a hard subject to talk about
It can be a wonderful thing or a terrible thing
But there is no reason to pout
Life can used up like string

I had lost my Great-great granddad awhile back
It took me a long time to get over it
I can’t remember if I dressed in black
I did throw quite the fit

We all have the one person we are close to
It would **** you if they died
You could commemorate them by getting a tattoo
All of us have cried

The subject of death is hard
Some joke about
People can get scarred
We just try to stay in doubt

Lying on the floor
Trying to get cold
Burning on the inside
Nausea plaguing me
Head spinning
Up in the sky
Can't feel this mortal body

A single tear drops
The first drop
Signaling the rainstorm

Trembling violently
Unable to stop myself
Slipping away

Hearing voices
The ground leaving me
I'm being lifted

In arms so strong
I am silent
Hiding in the chill of my bones
Laying still
Heart beating

Grasping tightly to a cord
Loosening
Then staying just that
Loose, yet there

Healed
Back on my feet
Wishing, halfheartedly,
That I had let go

Then again
The other half cries in relief
So glad it remained

Pulled in
Heart beating
Words mumbled
Feeling in my hands fleeting
Unsure what shall win

Then suddenly
All is gone
I find myself eased
Over time
I realize;
Someone cares

- Jay M
April 24th, 2019