Letter to Death
Dear Death,
You took my grandpa away when I was young,
A fragile soul, unaware of life's dilemma
I never looked into his eyes, never heard his voice,
Never felt his touch, never knew him once
You took my grandma away when I was older,
Her passing left an ache that would not grow colder.
You took her in my arms, her final breath I felt,
Leaving me with memories, and a broken heart
People leave, and we're left to grieve,
Oh! little freaky devil , you are a dungeon
You cage them in darkness, a tunnel deep
A place where love and light cannot seep.
You reap and sow,never create but destroy,
Take and never give , leaving us in sad joy
But your worth is questioned, your purpose unsure,
Leaving pain and loneliness, hearts that are pure.
You take the valued, the praised, and the bold,
Without mercy, leaving us to grow old.
But there's a greater power, a true creator
Who gives and takes, and sees us through.
He lays His hands upon our world,
Embracing the lonely, lifting the victimised
He feeds the poor, gives to the disabled, and protects,
whatever that has the breath of life
So be who you are, Death, a part of life's design,
But know that there's a greater power, a love divine.
©MZEE MACH
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