Perspectives Poem by grace mariner

All on this mortal plane has a beginning and an ending.
The Alpha.
The Omega.
Birth and death.
There is always closure, painful or not...
it's all in your perspective.
I was with my dad as he took his final breath.
It was beautiful and painful.
I was happy for him to suffer no more, sad for us to lose him.
As I watched my mothers brain unravel, it was heartbreaking.
But for her it gave her several years of life with a newer, happier perspective.
At the conclusion, when she could speak no more, live no more,
I felt, as I did for my dad...
happy for her peace, sad for her loss, in spite of how unhappy her life had been and how she damaged us.
So you and I have obviously reached our final destination.
The train boarded, but no goodbye, no closure.
And I am angry at your cowardice and deliberate cruelty in my world so full of betrayals.
And I question my realities...
who could commit such an evil deed?
Maybe you are still a vile and angry man, I'm not sure anymore.
But I cannot hate you because you weren't able to be strong enough.
I grieve this death, this most significant loss, the hurt you inflicted by not giving me my closure.
But I grieve the most for you and that damaged part that will eventually consume you.
You cannot be what you cannot be.
You denied yourself closure too