When my husband passed away, and was cremated, all this sadness made me think this way. Sorry for the gloominess and darkness of this poem. It is just how I felt at the time.
The ache in my heart,
Will never go away,
As all that remains,
Is silence every day.
For death is all there is,
And all forever be,
A box within a box,
Throughout eternity.
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Sorry to hear this.
I do relate recently losing my mother, brother and my partner. This time of year seems to magnify the hurting.
Hopefully, the sun soon shines on you once more. x