Remnants I find myself in a most peculiar situation I really think my life is over and I am dead I have no memory or idea of what happened up to this very minute, after everything said, everything done I can clearly see everything, but everyone I see is in tears, I try to enquire what is wrong, but everyone acts like Im not here, Im starting to panic, loose my head. I see you, my wife, the love of my life, you are all in back, as you sit there and cry I want to console you, hold you, but you dont even know I am here I fee very strange, realizing my essence but no physical body, now I start to question as to why The fear of the unknown? My very essence starts to fill with intense fear. I find myself following you, and then I realize we are at my funeral A place I thought I would never be, I thought death was so final But I was wrong, this is not the final stage, I dont know what is next, whether it is good or it is foul You are the most important thing to me, but watching you in such a state, not being able to comfort you, as your husband in a way I feel I have failed. I reach out to try and touch you, but my hand falls back to my side, as it seems to have gone straight through you Trying so hard to console you,but my attempts all seem to be in vain It so bothers me to see you crying, hurting, so sad and blue But there is nothing I can do, I try to think of things to help you, totally racking my brain. Im trying to breech a plane, others have tried to do the same, I would suspect since the beginning of time Im very sure of this because evidentially the love, it seems, it never dies Others, feeling just as I do, have felt the same, trying what I am, just hear me, but my cries fall on deaf ears, as they seem they are as silent as a mime So the plane between life and death is hard to penetrate, very hard to breech, no matter how hard one tries. I should have known this is how it was, because its like the dead can only leave remnants proving they are there A sound hear, a glance there, minute things to prove, that death is not the end The plane between life and death, is very hard to breech so it seems, we try to come back because we so care In time maybe this will be figured out but until then remnants will be all that those that have crossed over can send.
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 15:38:50 +0000
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