Gone
Inside my head
My mind burns
With the dead
And turns
Into imagined ashes,
The pain of life,
The deaths of others,
O such strife.
Their dying pain
Lingering, for how long?
Until life’s chain
Ceased to prolong.
The funerals,
The flowers,
The memorials
And tragic hours,
A conquering grief
Of time stood still,
A kind relief
For some so ill.
Their loss our loss
Remembered ever after,
Their love our love,
Gone all signs of laughter.
September 2014.
Copyright by D. J. Brennan,
Derbyshire.
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