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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #2165717
My uncle passed in May, his was like an older brother, writing this helped me to move on.
my uncle passed while I was on retreat
my ship run aground, my life had lost beat...
needed time to think

I have recently realized why my character changed
I'm not depressed, maybe just recessed
and in a sense, I have been reborn...
my conscience was torn

it burned my soul, didn't have a remedy to fix
but I learned to accept; as I have a life to live
and all the same goals

all the places I go and never really feel I belong
but still spread his love and joy
and can at least sing his favorite songs

I am able to mourn through this poem of grief
as I shed more tears from emotions bound deep...
maybe now I can start saying goodbye
and have a little more feeling back in my life

I wasn't ready for you to leave
the pain has been like a horrid disease...
I hope your spirit is out fishing a beach
or on a boat, cruising calm sunny seas
let us move on now...let us both be at peace

I miss you Uncle Zim
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