Deaths Poem
Death is like a secret
Always there but hidden
And when its in the open
Talk of its forbidden.
My son did die in winter
My daughter in the fall
My lover died last Wednesday
To be with those who fell
The animals avoid me
They shall not come again
They hide themselves from me
For they know I'm not the same.
Those who are left to pity me
Their eyes filled with the dead
So I hide in the study
Or I crawl into my bed.
But now I've had enough
I'll destroy the monsters
And when they are gone
I will join my beloved, daughter and son
