I still remember, just like it was yesterday...

Acquainted With Death

Wretched are we in
This constant misery
Unaware of how life
Is about to begin
Yet, it greets me in
The last hour of
The afternoon
Bringing me to a
Meeting place called
Grief
It seems to represent
Stillness of what life
Once was…I am numb
I stand here suffocating
In the stillness of your
Presence…still I am
Numb!
I hear the sound of
Silence forcing
Memories to become
Finalized, then, it
Begins to hurt
I knew this day would
Come, yet, I’m not ready,
I’m not ready to feel
I cry rivers of tears as I
Pray for my creator
To come down and
Rescue me from
Drowning in this
Endless dark abyss
I cannot ignore it
I cannot control it…
Yet, still I’m not ready
For this
So cold, in this
Unfamiliar place, as I
Whisper softly, “I love
You”, in your ear
I hope my “I love yous”
Travel deep down into
Your muteness and find
A way to reach your
Eardrum, so that you
Can hear
Am I afraid?
No, not really at all
As I sit here holding
The hand of unwanted
Death
I, now, know what
Others have come to
Learn
Yet, still, I’m not ready,
I’m not ready for this
Now, I know your soul
Is resting in a quiet
Humble state…no
Longer in misery on
This generous date
It’s humorous…how
Selfish I am to want
You home again
It’s humorous…how
It seems to be the
Only thing that really
Matters to me

~~~grandpawurdscannotexpresss~~~

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