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Personal, free verse poem on the topic of how I view death. |
It never took a person much to pick that One out of a crowd and not because she was Of the few Children To be found among those at the funeral Those eyes those Placid blue eyes Somehow Could remain unclouded and dry when Any other pair would be flooded with Tears endlessly the tears Pale skin not a breath to be made and eyes Forever shut Death She understood that concept well enough Finality end of the road no more chances Still her blue eyes would only Blink The faces lying among Fluffy white cotton were vaguely Distorted Familiar You knew them she was told and they spilled out Some intelligible reason blurred by obscurity Her heart yet remained Unmoved and calm Slowly the pages of the calender Fell away At each death a funeral Others would pass her and utter words of Comfort and supposedly soothing touches To ease the pain not there Still her blue eyes would only Blink Then it happened the death no one expected the Closest yet to them The grave site was crowded This time too with her vastly aged form now she Was a teenager with a expected sense of Maturity compassion and respect Some stopped her to ask How she was handling it Losing her Law-given grandmother and if she felt Sadness At all No The word rang out I'll never forget the words she uttered then Mourning death was just as pointless As fearing it The uttered words silenced and the hands Pulled away in distaste she could See Still her blue eyes would only Blink I have to doubt that she's changed much With the years "Death is nothing But a unavoidable means to an end" Still her blue eyes can only Blink |