Moving On?
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Losing a loved one
is no dought depressing
All the while you've known them
they've been a blessing
At first it may seem all that lies in store
is the unbearable pain of bearing them no more
But think for a moment if we would be selfish
for desiring their presence with insufferable anguish
Heartless machines pumping blood for them
on death bearing beds upon which doctors force them
They're clinging to life by no more than a thread
and might even possibly wish they were dead
Coping with afflictions never again will they thrive
All so we can continue to see them alive
But death is a paradox which so many fear
A direction in which we'll inevitably steer
This loved one that's suffering cant possibly know
The relief that the reaper has to show
So when death claims their life take solace in this
They've finally achieved that painless bliss
They're better now that they've finished the race
At last they've reached a better place
So is it selfish to want them back
Or does sadness speak when their vision goes black
Life is a gift that doesnt keep giving
For dancing with death isnt truly living