Losing Them Poem by Amber Muth

Grip of hands loosen,
Lost sight of what was there,
Bonds broken,
Eyes closed shut,
Heart beats slowly fade,
Sadness fills the mind,
Words shorten,
Tears fall gently,
Coldness preaches,
Deep glare toward the light,
Soft following of foot prints,
Comfort words to join,
Feeling of emptiness,
As the last tear sheds,
His life is told with in it,
Slowly drafted down to earth,
A thick sad circle is formed,
He may lie in rest,
But in peace as well,
In memory of his face,
We will never forget,
The moments we shared,
Throughout the time,
He was planted beyond us,
Now let me say,
As I see with my eyes,
Grips of our hands loosen,
Losing the site of him here,
Bonds between us break,
Eyes manually closed,
Not a single beat is to be felt,
Sadness is to be left upon us,
Words are hard to be spoken,
Yet our tears say enough,
Warmth has left him in such speed,
Noticing the beautiful light,
Following of who we say God,
By his soft, comforting words,
And left in such small time,
We are left here in emptiness.