Comes in without a knock and enters
Without an invitation and robe one’s soul
Living behind an unknown answer and others in
grief and pain.
It’s the end of that path we have taken, life.
There’s no turn back regrets are forever gone.
Death is cruel but to many a deliverance
from hurt and pain
Living wonders of one’s soul, resting in peace or in rage.
The only question being asked is, why?
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