inevitable sorrow

 death is something we know exists 

this is how we know it always ends

yet the death of a loved one always makes us cry

after all,

we never imagine the people we love die

we forget about the sorrow that'll happen

in hopes to be happy while it hasn't 


we cover our ears like a kid

trying to forget that death exists 

trying to ignore the voice saying they'll go

trying to ignore the fact that the end may be tomorrow 



we close our eyes

making up "forever" lies

just to save the tear

for the day which is near

for the end that'll tear


forgetting the truth that lies within

till the day we loose our brethren 


we always wish we could've atleast said goodbye 

but would a goodbye really ease the pain?

would the goodbye make them stay?

would that last goodbye make it all okay?


will death really ease their pain?

will the end be 'happy ever after' for them?


will the tears of loss

ever stop?

will the blood of the pain 

ever clot?

will the weeping eyes

ever recover their loss?

how will the world continue 

after they're gone?



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