Stages of Grief: Understanding Death

Understanding Death

 

Death is abstract.

It comes in varying forms,

and sneaks up on you.

 

Suddenly, she appeared.

 

As the universe tells us,

there are signs everywhere.

Should I have known?

 

I couldn’t have.

 

She never shows her true form

until the damage is done,

the lights turn off.

 

The air is dry.

 

Now I understand that ghosts

are real, and they mean

no harm or sorrow.

 

I feel it anyway.

 

Though body is ash

and stored away,

my love will not die.

 

I know he is with me, always.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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