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