Those who are gone suffere no more.
After they shut there eyes, the doors are closed.
The horrible is no more known, no more felt, no more shown–
Shown to others or themselves, it is no longer possible.
Grieve, because yes, this is normal and an inevitable sight for all.
But do not stay this way your whole life…for they do not grieve…do they?
Those who are gone, are not gone completely.
Discover them within yourself, Always living.
Forgive all who are like yourself- imperfect..human…mortal.
Live to live freely for those who go against this ….
Come constant pain, grief, constant worry ….
They know not of what to do, where to go
-for life is lost without its meaning
-meaning- being human; meaning being: forgiveness-moving on.
Move on from all and all shall continue -whether or not you do-
Those who continue to be; even through death, move on.
Dedicated to Alex Williams

Those- an original poem

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