The End of Your Life
Standing at the graveyard today
Looking at all those familiar but distant faces around me
Knowing that a part of history will be buried forever with you
Thinking about your eyes from few days before
They were the only sign of you in this world
Everything else has already went to another world
Devastation of known world
Time is flying
Too fast, I would say
Will you see her?
I didn’t dare to ask
One day, we will all come there
The last piece of ground is on you
Are you around, looking at us?
Is there anything that we need to hope for?
Or just the end, like Morrison said…
Farewell dear man
Farewell to your childhood
Farewell to your happy moments
Your dreams, wishes
Your hopes, your thoughts
Your suffering, your devastation
Farewell to you
Where ever your soul is now
A poem written for my Uncle. And whenever it is the end of someone’s life I hear the sounds of “THE END” – by The Doors.
In response to Daily Post: Devastation.