I wrote my thoughts about death in a previous post. Death is it, lights out, bye bye. Death’s sting is felt by the living.

Oh death where is your sting,
it cannot just be
the pain that dying bring?

It is not for those that died
and now are gone,
for them its over and done.

It is for us that remain,
our souls filled with disdain
because the dead are gone
before we were done
with them.

Done loving,
done needing,
done caring,
done using,
done living.

Us that remain behind 
with sadness and pain on our mind,
cry for our loss,
cry for our selves,
cry because death makes us again
feel alone in this world of storm,
alone again 
like the day we were born.