Whispers of Farewell
Death, an unwelcome visitor in life,
Stealing loved ones, causing heartache and strife,
We stand there, shattered, as they slip away,
Fighting a battle they cannot sway.
A million words and tears won't bring them near,
We try to hold on, to keep them here.
Their loss engraved upon our heart,
Leaving scars that never truly depart.
I feel as if I'm buried with you,
Though I know I should let go, it's true.
I scream to release, but it's hard to start,
Can I find the strength to mend my heart?
Your voice, your warmth, I deeply miss,
Regretting the moments I did not seize.
Yearning to turn back time's cruel pace,
To create more memories, embrace your grace.
They say time heals, but doubts remain,
Can I ever find solace from this pain?
Holding onto memories, a comfort they bring,
Yet, forgetting is not an easy thing.
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Copyright © Philip Precious | Year Posted 2023
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