Impermanence

I got up pretty early this morning,
A friend of mine passed away quietly.
All our loss and sorrow yield to mourning,
grief evolves into relief, so elusively.

The funeral felt so painful and slow,
You could sense some unnoticed silences.
A rustle of wind with the gentlest soft blow,
a bible, barely heard the sentences.

On this night, with the moon and stars so bright
Feelings of nothingness are dissolving
into great depths of insubstantial fright,
Not sure what this event is unfolding.

Uncertainty, what brings this dissimilitude?
All I can say is to live each day with gratitude.





Poetry by Golden Minotaur
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Written on 2025-08-04 at 10:31

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Absolutely... to your final line. Though I think, to be honest with you, that it will be understood more by people, say, over the age of forty-five? In my view it is all about perceived horizons.
Blessings, Allen
2025-08-04