The Art of Dying

 
I was angry and hurt when I felt loss
I bore a sadness I hadn’t felt before
Because when death finally came
It tore through the fabric of my soul

Ten thousand swords pierced thru me
Drowning in words I wouldn’t voice
Internal tears with infernal fears raged
That he was gone as if by choice

I wanted to scream and shake the ground
For the skies to grow dark with clouds
I wanted the fires of hell to wash out
As my fury would shut out the crowds

He was on the voyage to the other side
While we caressed his bloody face
I guess there was no more pain or loneliness
As he made his trek to that other place

He was at peace while I wanted to shout
But you know death comes for us all
And when you go you take no possessions
Except the secrets of the soul