Uncertain


A slow procession through the grass
Fractures leaden hearts.
A sound breaks out like shattered glass,
Ripping souls apart.

Though never a word is spoken,
Ominous despair
Hovers over hearts, all broken –
Sorrow in each stare.

So slowly do they traverse on,
Emptiness and dark
Surrounds the loved one who is gone.
Death has found its mark.

The Living know the sting of death.
Life is never certain,
So cherish love with every breath
Before death drops the curtain.

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