The way poem

The way,
well, there is no way,
no painless way to say,
no painless way to inform someone,
that their loved one has passed away,
there is no way except in a painful way,
no way except with a heavy heart,
a heavy heart,
that carries inside it all the grey,
all the grey clouds in the sky,
and the sombre moods as it will,
as it will be filled with that day,
and I wish that death,
could be delayed,
delayed forever and a day,
but unfortunately, it is not possible,
and how painful a death is to relay,
people there one minute,
people gone in a split-second forever,
people gone forever away,
and people left with sadness and tears,
seemingly never-ending tears,
seemingly never-ending sadness,
a permanent black mark upon your life,
a permanent shadow over your soul,
a continual suffering,
a continual mourning,
a continual mourning,
that never goes away,
the way,
well, there is no way,
no painless way to say,
no painless way to inform someone,
that their loved one has passed away,
and I wish there was,
but there isn't,
and that unfortunately will always be the way.

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