With this realization of
thinking.
Thinking of those that
have passed on to the
other side.
I’m alive while they
aren’t feeling as if
I never felt that
true grief of
passing.
Family, friends,
or complete strangers,
they’re all gone.
They’re all so important.
Many die, and only a few
come back and get
that second chance.
That second chance
that illuminates
the night sky
as it illustrates
the very stars
that can be
seen without
pollution.
I would like a solution to
my blinding eyes.
I can see, yet I’m so blind
to the actual grief of passing.
Tears rain down from my
eyes and to my cheeks,
making my nose
feel stuffy.
If I were to die at this very
moment, I wouldn’t want
that.
Even if sometimes I would
want the opposite,
The grief of passing is strong
on both sides.
You’re either the one going
or the one who stayed behind.
Life is precious, but so is the
afterlife.
A living being, a soul truly
doesn’t die.
We live on and might even
cross paths in a different
form.
Date: 07/05/21
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