Uncertain

A slow procession through the grass Fractures leaden hearts. A sound breaks out like shattered glass, Ripping souls apart. Though never a word is spoken, Ominous despair Hovers over hearts, all broken - Sorrow in each stare. So slowly do they traverse on, Emptiness and dark Surrounds the loved one who is gone. Death has found its mark. The Living know the sting of death. Life is never certain, So cherish love with every breath Before death drops the curtain.