Robert Grey


Inhale...Exhale.. Hold your breath

Such a struggle in the presence of death

Dive down, down, deep into the black

Never to rise, never come back

Lie down to rest as we wail our mourning

Death to the young without warning

Shock, pain, a chunk of my heart

The slow feeling of being ripped apart

Goddess, Help me, Why must I grieve?

Why did he ever even have to leave?

No, no. I must be content where he lay

However I'll never forget Robert Grey...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

In Memory of Robert Grey. He passed away on August 14th, 2005. 2005

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Hm, who is Robert Grey? I really liked this poem, though, especially the ending :)