On-Death-And-Dying

The lights turn low,
The darkness fall,
The screams the pain,
The whining call.

The sighs and grief,
The soul to mend,
A lonely feeling,
Draws nearer the end.

For strain of which does hurt the Heart,
Of those who were once loved.
And have their life still long to live,
Though a loved one sleeps above.

A tear a laugh,
A faded cry,
The light is turned back on.
What once was dark,
Is light again;
Long lasting sorrow gone

-=Phlanzik=- sends his greets to all poem lovers