One Poem by Adelina Amare

Why must endless clouds
Hover near the glass
And mock the dying soul,
Showing that life has passed?

If only through the shroud
One ray of sunlight
Could break through and shine on your face
For the last time before endless night.

Why must this deathly silence
Take dominion over this room
When we could have music
To abash the reminder of doom?

We mock you in this silence,
Reflecting the death to come
Instead of gracing you with song,
Which your soul was born from.

I wish I could play one note
To guide you through the curtain,
Yet they want no sound
While you pass through to the uncertain.