Grim reaper

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GRIM REAPER
Shall I wither and fall like an autumn leaf,
From this deep sorrow - from this painful grief?
How can I go on or find a way to be strong?o
Will I ever again enjoy life's sweet song?Sometimes a warm memory sheds light in the dark
And eases the pain like the song of a Meadow Lark.
Desiring to see a brighter day in this longer, oval aged dark nights so black
Then it flits away on silent wings and I'm alone;
Hungering for more of the light it had shone.Shall grief's bitter cold sadness consume me,

Today we laugh spent time together share our memories laugh our hearts outs
Tomorrow we cry, think of those memories we made, the fun all lost
Nights we spend in bitter truth and the ruthless fighting for this life
You concured every fear faced life you had made it, dear God its too sooner  a perfect soul a perfect fit to the society
Step by step be with her family, friends 
You are our star now 
Your goodness touched many
You have passed life's test with flying colors 
Then it flits away on silent wings and I'm alone;
Hungering for more of the light it had shone.Shall grief's bitter cold sadness consume me,

Rage, smiles full of tears fears forgets years to forget the good the morning sun shines but still remains gloomy 
Trials triumphs I stand here like someone who has been robbed someone who has been robbed off a lung am suffocating in this plenty oxygen 
You said you will be back but I guess I will get you there, so give me the energy lord God to fight on, 
Then it flits away on silent wings and I'm alone;
Hungering for more of the light it had shone.Shall grief's bitter cold sadness consume me,


©dapperthepoet2018

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