Epitaphic

Resonant is the grief,

And the void burdens

Days are led in subsistence

And heartache extends

 

Placid, the outer remains

Turmoil and cries are

Well cradled within

Bottled up, with a vengeance

 

A life doesn’t cease,

With just an obituary

There’s the memories

In the hearts of who love

 

Life is short and done

Physical, with hurt and pain

But then there’s the fact

For others, it goes on.

 

There’s the clinging

The longing of the past

But, forward is the truth

The present, the moment