Left with nary a spark of life.
That spark, like that of hope, peace, joy and calm,
Dropped to the heap of ashes of them all.
Its remnants, no longer blithe.
These ashes upon the head
Of the mourner for that which is dead
Are a weightless powder
yet laden the soul with pains heavier and louder.
Just as the beginning, you breathed life in this man
The embers awakened and light shone again
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
But it is YOU who decides when enough is enough!
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