Shekinah Glory


Another Poem
May 16, 2008, 11:33 am
Filed under: Death, Inspiration, Poetry, writing

We do not want to die,
or struggle to breathe
Stronger every day
We choose to Ignore
those who yearn
For their end.
They are gravesite weary
Whom have buried every
Friend, spouse and child.
To them every waking hour
Is a cruel repetition
Of longing, remembering and
Hoping to return
to the breast of a beloved.

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