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by jinks
Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #2202057
Sometimes, something is better left not seen, perhaps not done, definitely not said...
Flowers for the dead, red as the blood you spilled,
Roses so beautiful in their essence
Yet, in this symbolic gesture, they ring only your end
Spelling the conclusion of life’s very meaning

Red mixed with white, making a soul cry out
Drops of tears run down my cheeks
Tears of mourning, tears of loss
The dark creeps into my soul, shattering pain rules my heart

I look down at your face, so peaceful, so serene
Contradicting what surrounds you
Tears, their constant flow, unchecked, unstopped
Would you open your eyes one last time?

Would you tell me you love me, just once more?
Yet silence reigns, your face a mask of peace
I lay a kiss on your cheek, and you are so cold
The coldness of your skin matching the coldness in my heart

I should never have bid you farewell in this manner
I should have remembered you the way you were
Vibrant, alive, full of life and promise
Yet, morbid need overwhelmed any rational thought

You lay there looking so small, so fragile
A shadow of who and what you were on this earth
This is your shell, simply an empty vessel
Your soul floats, flying free, journeying and discovering

Ascending, moving through the halls of time
Echoing its'' unique influence,
Singing its'' lonely tune, surreal & sublime
You are sorely missed, greatly loved

Now & always
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