Death Makes No Distinction Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stuck in the past at times because of loss of loved
ones, going over and over every moment we spent to-
gether with them.

Loving and cherishing one another through all sorts
of calamities and turmoil, holding fast and true to
one another.

Nothing separating us, no matter what may befall,
then along comes death, not thinking or caring about
any of it.

Making no distinction whatsoever as it takes away
the loves of our lives without a second thought,
leaving us alone to try and live without them.

So cruel and devastating, we have no direction or
recourse, we cannot even speak to death, our case
for life will never be heard.

Death is just what it is, there is not a single
thing we can do about it's part in our lives or the
ending of it's time on earth.

Left only to find our ways through it's devastation
emptiness and abandonment, nothing ever making sense
again through the years.

Wandering through the seven stages of grief, no clue
what we're supposed to be doing, hearts broken in two,
tears filling our hearts, minds and souls.

Nothing is sacred to death, only the taking of a life
is all that matters to it in the end.