Church bells echo with
The song of the angels.
A mournful melody of tears
Hangs heavy on the breeze.
The bereaved choke on sobs,
Gasping for lighter air.
The weight of their burden
Sinks into my soul.
My heart seeks a reprieve
From the anguish of reality.
My eyes pursue a defense
For the assault on my ears.
Empty outstretched arms
Eagerly offer me comfort.
In the embrace of a stranger
The beauty in death emerges.
Love for the departed
Brings unity to the masses.
Blind no more are they
To the fragility of life.
Sunlight penetrates
Panes of stained glass
Casting color onto
The sea of obsidian.
Whispers of memories
Draw wistful smiles.
Unfamiliar hands,
Connected only by loss,
Clasp tightly in a show
Of harmony and peace.
Retrained by my sight
My ears adjust to the sound,
And now I hear hope
For a new day to come.
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Carrie Mayhem 