The Long Dark Sleep Poem by Daniel Y.

When a friend departs, we are left with half-hearts
then we fill it with anger or love;
but otherwise empty, the wound gives us plenty
for they are the things we dream of.

We, the living, talk of death
but seldom let it sink,
that we ourselves will face the end
and dream the long, dark sleep.

This ‘marish sleep
where souls dream deep
is deaf and dumb, and blind.
Where lonely souls wander afar
looking for the heaven in mind.

When a million years have passed away
all your memories are painted grey,
that something special begins to decay,
then, will you pray.

We dream of dances, love, and entrances,
of winning the fortuitous wheel.
Yet inside we know, the hole
as it grows,
without it, would we not feel?