So fragile the silken spinneret threads which bind to time and place.
Once unraveled so easily we spiral slowly off to space.
The ties that hold us to our world are quite gossamer indeed.
Mercilessly severed are the binding webs with lightning speed.
The bedrock of our foundation, the kinship that is real,
Disintegrates into dust; knocking us back on our heals.
Death of a dear loved one leaves us spinning, drained and pale;
Searching for meaning our reason flails to no avail.
Why is there so much suffering to gentle souls?
We long to know Almighty’s plan as it unfolds.
Meaningless platitudes offered as a balm,
Gives us dead, cold, comfort as we stand by tombs.
“There is an occasion for everything:”
To ease loss’ pain we do naught but sing.
Each of us shall share the same cold fate,
Will our own end time come soon or late?
Broken heart’s pieces never mend;
Too late now our lives to amend.
Tearing hair, gnashing of teeth:
Gestures that bring no relief.
All has drifted away.
Death surely now holds sway.
In cold ground we lie.
Rebirth: Truth, or lie?
Why even try?
Suffer then die.
Death’s last kiss.