About Death Poem by Sheena Blackhall

About Death

Rating: 5.0


Birth is a finite pain
A labour of love that ends with a beginning

Bereavement's a darker labour
That starts with a mortal ending

And there are no answers, no warnings
From God, from Google, from Grief
No reddening of the leaves before the Fall

All that is left are ashes
And smoke from the funeral pall

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