The Passing

Written by: Mark Goodson

There are words
But human emotions will always obstruct there comfort
There are friends 
Who present themselves for family consolency 
There are flowers
Which are beautiful to view -their decay is inevitable 
There are songs
Soothing the silent whimpering screams from within my soul
There is family
Whom I no longer comfortingly can embrace their tears
There is earth
Covering the light and pitching darkness about me
There is my passing
The start of my eternity