Through a child’s eyes

I saw her laid out

She looked like an angel 

All peaceful

And innocent

 

It was as if

She had been newly born

And I thought to myself

With a child’s mind

This is death

 

Death is beautiful 

It restores your faith 

In human nature

Death is where

Finally you can be good

 

Her peaceful presence

Startled me

Made me question everything

I wanted to love her

But it was too late

 

Her death had sealed

My fate

I was forever destined

To question my reality

 

Others cried

When she died

And so did I

 

I think I was crying for myself

All the unanswered questions

She took to the grave

The cowards way out 

I thought quietly

 

It never pays 

To speak Ill

Of the dead

So what should one say

When they made your life hell?

 

Such questions become

Insignificant

When you realise

They took your voice

With them

 

With the hand of death

Covering your mouth

It’s hard to get

Any words out

 

So I will take her secrets

To the grave with me

Because only death

Can set me free.

C.K.23.