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Death
Death
Death is an ugly beast, attacking us at night.
Taking away our loved ones, leaving us in fright.
Rejoicing in our tears,
And loving all our fears.
Seeing us reflect
On all that we neglect.
Taking away the ones we care about,
And leaving our hearts full of doubt.
Seeing sad faces,
But knowing thy go to better places.
Crying for ourselves because of the loneliness we feel.
Denying that it happened.
Denying that it’s real.
Crying about things not said.
Now you can’t tell them; they are dead.
Wishing you could see them just once more.
Wishing you’d have stopped them from walking out the door.
Wishing you’d have taught them not to drink and race.
Only one thought of comfort…
They go to a better place.
Laura A. Bennett
Hi Laura -- did you not mean to write 'fears', instead of 'tears' twice ?.....I think you did, but I like it anyway.....was this about somebody you know ? I had a fried from work just die Friday......maybe drugs, dont know for sure yet.
Can we trade pictures of each other ?
Write soon,
John
i love your work i enjoy reading it. i am not just saying it because i am your cousin but because i really enjoy your work. please keep up your work.