When Death Occupies Your Mind Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

The days feel heavier,
time moves but stands still.
Thoughts wander through shadows,
questions without answers.

Faces fade into the mist,
voices echo in the distance.
What was, what is, what will be-
all tangled in silence.

The wind whispers stories,
names no one calls anymore.
Yet somewhere, a light burns,
small but unwavering.

Perhaps death is not an end,
but a door left slighthly open,
behind which something waits
that we do not yet understand.