The Valley Of Death Poem by Laurore Jean Pierre

I found myself walking through the valley of death
and there they were, old and young
all confused and scared, thousands after thousands
all with one thing in common, regrets.
I could hear the cries of the little one's
terrified and alone.
I could imagine me being here, just like
them, confused.
As I walk and wonder I heard familiar voices
I looked forward and there they were, love ones
I could see them, I could hear them calling my name,
as I put my hands out to reach them to give
them a hug and tell them how much I love and miss them,
once again they were taken away from me.
They were gone, they disappeared into the shadows
and once more there I was, crying with the others.