Death Has No Door

Death Has No Door

Death came silent yet full of noise

Unseen by all in view

Sly like a fox, yet silent like a bird in flight

Its grip took hold tighter than tight.

Is there really no escape from the word DEATH?

Like tree roots it grows stronger killing each breath

Death destroys all families it is caring for none

Happy one moment here, next life is gone

No thought of sadness for ones left behind

Death has no eyes yet it can see all, it is not blind

No smell no feel no body no touch

I fear you death, I fear you so much

You take away life but take to where

No mercy shown by you, death has no care

You do not bribe you simply take

You have no sleep yet you're not awake

What is Deaths colour? Black so dark Or green?

like the grass growing in the park

What are you death? No start no end

Are you life's enemy or a tired soul's friend?

How deep is death how shallow how wide?

You're like a ghost sat by all that lives side

Dam you death for you have no friends

A never ending circle, no beginning no ends

I spit your name out, I ban you from thought

For the moment I am free, till by you am caught

What are you death I need to know?

Silent hush or noise dark with no glow

You come to all that live then life stands still

Leaving a gap nothing can begin to fill

Death a hate you're very meaning and name

Death you take leaving nothing the same

I want my dad back please, you don5 answer me.

Again I ask bring my dad back to me.

Here’s your note with corrected spelling and grammar:

Note I sat with my dad all night before he died. I was so frightened. I loved my dad, George Hurst, more than anything. He was my best friend. As morning came, I left to go home and try to sleep. My niece took over sitting with him. I got on my bed and closed my eyes. Still awake, I heard him say, clear as day, “I am going now, love.” “Okay, Dad,” I said. He replied, “I love you.” I said, “I love you too, Dad.” Within a few moments, the phone rang. My daughter, Joanne, picked it up. She called to me, “Mum, the hospital wants to talk to you.” I was calm. I said, “It’s okay, tell them I know he died at 10:20 a.m.” The nurse confirmed it. In the darkest days afterward, I wrote this poem. Rest in peace, Dad. I still miss you, cry for you, and talk to your photo. Love you, Dad. ❤️🌹❤️

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