A DYING

By Rosemary Clarke

You feel like your soul's been dragged through the mire
You've no strength left you've lost that fire.

All you can think of is who has just died
From all the world's energy, you have to hide.

You've never felt so much alone
You're far from all and far from home

You shut down in a little cage

when friends want you to 'take the stage'.

They want to know just how you feel

when you just don't... it is unreal.

It's like you have nobody now,

when through the chores, you daily plow.

Will this be over, will it stop

 or will you work until you drop?

Time eases it, that I do know,

 and gradually you'll start to show

a kind of peace, you'll have the pain

 but it won't be so bad again. 

Your memories of them lift you so,

and help the many days blow

through until the time that you recall,

 you'll smile, and be glad of it all

you'll smile and look down at the ground,

 the place where their feet trod around.

The memories bring peace and then,

 they'll be right with you there again.

Copyright Rosemary Clarke