Funeral Of A Soul Poem by Blaine Strong

The night skies rained on the day the soul had died. People gathered on the streets to remember him and cry. The universe stopped for a moment and everything was still, besides my body. It trembled with fear. The view there was breath taking, the way the moon lit the sparkle in her eyes. A cool breeze blowing her hair... I reached out for her Hand but she violently withdrew my blessing. Almost as if my skin would burn her to the soft touch. I tried to yell to her 'help me' but my throat was swollen shut. I felt my eyes begin to grow heavy and I could no longer fight. Sometimes I wonder if she was ever even there? After all who could abandon a dying soul?
Left weeping and frozen to drown in the storm. Comforted by the moon, the stars, and her memories