Passed and gone

I feel the pain as I light the candle, for a lot of people passed and gone. Some passed because of age others knife cut, gunshot or disease.
I cannot believe that soon it will be me. So I keep asking God, When is my day? To all my friends who have passed memories still live on, memories live on. So I have to be strong enough to accommodate them Angel in black approaching the cemetery Wearing  black glasses at the funeral Hiding the thick red tears I shed for you Instead of the material items  you have been buried with, I wish it was me. Pastor gave you a farewell rhyme that stained my heart You are nailed for eternity in my heart I wish RIP means "Return If Possible"
I cry every time my heart beats but you are passed and gone, forever.

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