I wish that death would die..go away...leave me be with my family and friends. I wish it to go quickly and quietly like too many of my friends have. Or perhaps it will go violently like a soldier or a son in the streets. How ever death dies, it won't be too soon. It won't be soon enough to take away the pain it has caused or to cover up the scars it has left.
Death is not final. Or at least I tell myself this to try to answer the whys and the hows in my mind and heart. I reconcile that those who have already succomb to it somehow live on...in us...in our children or perhaps in the wind... a whisper...a song...
I wish that death would die...or at least stay away a little bit longer...
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