Death Has Come And Gone. Poem by Amy Kerswell

Flowers on a grave.
Fake and real.
This death was no fake it was all but real.
The ground above people sit and cry.
The ground below where my body lays.
I see you cry I dont want you to.
I'm happy I'm free.

As tears stream from your soul.
Please remember I planned it this way.
I did the deeds of my own death.

Words left unspoken now stay that way.
The bridge is now broken.
In time it will mend.
Thats when all your grief has subdued