The way we deal with death is funny.
The child expected to cry,
must stay strong for his peers.
The adults have the luxury of tears.

So why the difference in action?
When the cause stays the same?
The adult may have lost a member of kin.
The child, however, is broken within.

Everything must end.
The way we cope with life as kids.
Replaced to see it like adults.
The loss of a friend, sister or mother.
The death of a father or a brother.

Everyone has a mechanism to cope.
Giving them time and space to heal.
You have your religion and empty prayers.
I have my broken universe and empty stares.

-Tash