How Does Life Change With the Death of a Loved One?

With your death life is changed.

The world longs.

Exhales incompleteness

as though its Creator

stopped tending His garden

and somebody's child.



I inhale the air you've been missing.

I breathe for you.

Die for your death.

Atone for still living.



I await that alien, Truth.

Dread knowing its presence.



Until I do,

Days snap blankly to their page.



I do my job, too.

I make it easy on fools

embarrassed by death.



Though all life forever ebbs

I am counting down to catch up with you . . .

still that stabbing ticking.



I have to believe

you miss me too,

but then which life is purgatory?



I have to believe

in a reunion with you,

but then where is your God?



When I ask heaven

that star-faced vacuum

answers in

a thundering silence

to which I cannot nod.How Does Life Change With the Death of a Loved One?
It isnt bad - but it is a bit choppy and the flow comes and goes. Poetry differs from prose in that it is meant to be heard - read aloud. It should have lyrical quality. Have you read this aloud to yourself? If you did, you would hear the places where it lags. What you need to do is analyze it stanza by stanza and make the necessary adjustments to make it flow. I can understand the feeling behind it, now make your words sing. Pax - CHow Does Life Change With the Death of a Loved One?
it is never the same as before.....but pain turns into memories.
you are close to them and you loose them from your life plus, your love for them almost calapses. you know you'll never see them for a long time. you miss thier love for you.