Death

Death, So painful yet so real, Robbing us of love and hopes alike Do we need wish for more? Than to just wish you away? Of my grandpa is gone And so the tales too All because you wanted more Me ask when less you will take For now for then, its grief you breed If only I had the power bereft To destroy you away I would For the sorrow you left me I cry And my dear heart you tore No mercy for you would I feel And clear my conscience would be To say I hate would be An understatement and a blatant lie Forever gone and lost. Death, How I wish you were a tree So that I would cut you down And feed you to the fiery furnace That you may feel the scorching pain That I too had to pass. How bad I wish you would go.