Edward Val

Life

New, Fresh

Breathing, Living, Loving

Wonderful, Enjoyable, Painful, Unpleasant

Suffering, ,Dying, Ending

Dead, Gone

Death

You toy with my heart

In your hand

And I feel you slowly squeezing

Turning it to sand.

The passing:

When one soul passes into the void

More then one persons hopes and dreams become destroyed

Ragged fragments of what use to be,

Shattered in a painful sea

And the wind that once blew no longer blows

Too the point that people once knew, no longer know

As snow becomes ice, emotions frozen

As feelings lock up inside

And one spirit rides the black river

And others mourn his ride