Justin price
"Emptiness"
What happens to loved ones lost?
Do they wait in the darkness? Or fly in the light?
Do they live in your memories, with joyful thoughts?
Or struggle in hatred, like quick sand or mud?
Maybe they just wait in emptiness, sadness and hope.
Looking down and watching, at the world they left behind.
While we look up, do they look down?
Waiting to see what happens, to see who is next?
Or do they protect us, like a bullet proof vest?
Do they understand our pain, or feel anger over our grief?
Do they watch us grow old and wait to see us, or do they just not care?
Do they feel joy over our anger, or weep with us in the dark?
Dose anything happen to loved ones lost?
Do they enter pearl gates, possibly hellish worlds?
Or do they just disappear?
Maybe, just maybe you should enjoy what you have while you have it.
