Feeling The Pain Of Your Ending Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

There is no understanding in death, nothing at all,
yet it continues to happen to those we love and
treasure.

There's no discrimination, racism or prejudice, the
good along with the bad all succumb to it in the end
without warning.

Life being turned inside out, blinding with an intense
sadness, a silence that continues to begin through the
rest of our lives.

Suggestions, guidance, there are none, no one can ident-
ify the secrets of death's choices, there aren't any
directions on how to survive this horrendous chasm.

Unable to cross it or hold onto you, the life we had
together has been put to rest, being totally and
completely severed.

No apologies ever given, only left feeling the pain of
your ending in my now lonely and bereft life, holding
onto the treasures of your memories only.