Title: Meeting Place
by Sasha from Scotland | in writing, poetry
Where will you go,
When the pain gets too much to bear?
Tell me,
And I will try to meet you there.
When death's cold hand
Has led him far away.
Leaving you stuck in the
Realms and realms of despair,
I will go, and meet you there.
When visitors fade,
And curtains are no longer drawn,
When you can finally utter the words
'And now he is gone'
I know what you think I am,
Silent, stupid, and unable to care,
But I can, and I will!
Where will you go my love?
Open your eyes
I am already there.
I wrote this when I was very young, for my sister when our brother died. This is my take on the grief that comes with death.
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