Console the children

Reach out
unselfishly
from the grave
and say
I understand
if only... by touch
oh, death come
but, will someone
do this for my kids,
hold them in their pain?
for to contain grief
is like a time bomb
waiting to explode
like any other kind of stress
we all undergo
it effects the
organism as a whole
and must be treated
as such...
but grief of this magnitude
is an after fact...
unable to be consoled
often we wonder
what magnitudes
of feelings and fears
the dying experience
before being granted
that eternal peace...
it is an individual thing
each must endure
in their own fashion
it is a loneliness
all consuming...

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