When a spirit in which we love leaves suddenly or with time well spent
once they are gone
they are gone
anger fills the heart of the soul left behind
anger and questions, almost like a feeling of drunkenness
hard to believe that we are standing in our elegant black attire
wandering why?
as the spirit of that great soul glides up and through world atmosphere to peace and tranquility in their very own paradise
never ever knowing the carnage below
of what the one's left behind go through
the black gaping hole, the wrenching endless pain and the disbelief of never seeing that special soul ever again...
I cannot help but think, how is it that the dead can live on in peace and in memory...
Yet us, the living cannot?
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We may not live in peace at the moment but it will come to us all in time Teddy.
Andy
Thank you dearest Andy. Black holes can be filled can't they. 🌹
A questioning poem that asks why the living suffer loss and the dead rest in peace. In this sense death is not to be feared but welcomed and may be one of the best parts of life. Well written Teddy
Thank you dearest sorrenbarret 🌹
You are most welcome my friend
Dearest Teddy, this hits heavy…there’s no pretending here, just grief as it actually feels. That anger, that disbelief…it comes through raw and immediate. Well done, my dear friend.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you dearest Tristan 🌹
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