Life

Life is short. Life is grim. Some may live, while others give.
Give away their life, or it may have been taken.
Some deserve it, while others should still be here.
Spreading joy, love, and cheer.
And yet they are gone.

Buried alive, some in a better place.
Others, who knows. They could have just been taken below.
Under the ground, some at peace.
Other's just itching to get out.
Under there is a dreadful place.

Torture is around every corner.
Fear is evident in their eyes,
their cold, icey blue eyes.
His icey blue eyes.
They hold only fear.

What will happen, after awhile?
Will he live in spirit, or completly die?
Be here forever,or lost in time.
I know that I will never forget.
He will live on forever.

Love and loss go hand in hand.
He was loved and lost.
Now we all wait to join him.