The Road To Grief's End Poem by Shirley Harrison

When a spirit in which we love leaves suddenly or with time well spent
once they are gone
they are gone
anger fills the heart of the soul left behind
anger and questions, almost like a feeling of drunkenness
hard to believe that we are standing in our elegant black attire
wandering why?

as the spirit of that great soul glides up and through world atmosphere to peace and tranquility in their very own paradise
never ever knowing the carnage below
that the one's left behind go through
the black the wrenching pain and the disbelief of never seeing that special soul ever again...

I cannot help but think, how is it that the dead can live on in peace and in memory...

Yet us, the living cannot?