Shades Of Grief Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Shades of Grief
Death comes as a thief or a friend,
A fiend or an angel

All deaths are unique
All mourning's unique
This isn't happening, this can't be happening,
Ah, but it is, unstoppable as snow

Nothing buffers the shock of death
Nothing blocks the horrid facts
No-one's ever ready to bury a loved one
To sever the ties that bind

Recriminations multiply in the dark
Fester in raw wounds of desolation

Nobody walks the self-same road of grief
The bitter cup of sorrow, guilt and loss
Must be drunk to the lees
All flesh must fade. A path we all must cross.