A life not lived, a death not comprehended
Small and helpless, maybe conscious
Not understanding, not even knowing
Loved unconditionally, loved wholly,
A world wrapped in a blanket.
A world short lived, a world shattered
The creators weep
Blurs the vision of their nightmare, giving hope it’s just
a nightmare. A dream gone wrong.
No time to adjust,
Never enough time to accept.
A lifelong memory in pursuit of happiness
Determined to end it.
Lived and loved
Society stands appalled
Asking itself how
Not desiring answers
But coming up with reasons.
Blaming each other, blaming themselves,
Looking for prevention.
Parents cry. Children cry. Friends cry.
Now a harrowing statistic
Statistics mean nothing to the individual
Just young enough to die
Been around long enough
“A life cut short”
leaves grown children, no longer dependent
parents can’t be troubled, dead
or just not living.
Everyone saw it, retirement shone a light
Upon that which has no light
The obituary is overflowing,
Achievements of a lifetime, condensed to a post-it, not even a footnote in history
Space in the paper
Not worth the money. That’s needed for food,
To keep the younger people alive.
They’re the useful ones.
A full life,
No one cries, it’s not a surprise
Outstayed their welcome, donated an empty bed.
Fought in a war,
As one of millions.
No medals, didn’t happen.
“It was his time”
no more needed.
So much hassle,
Boring stories repeated over and over
Visits became chores
Glad to see the back of him
Friends in the ground,
Reunited at least
The same end,
A day, 25 years, 60 years, 80 years,
The same end.
All in the ground,
None will be alone for long.