Ode To The Fallen

A burdensome weight pulls a heart,
Tainted and indistinct until memory fails.
Soundless reminiscing takes you away,
To what their death entails.

A bereavement that resonates an ache,
Lost within the hysterical shock.
They are gone. They are dead.
Still, heartless people mock

Their existence made an impression,
Lodged into your own being.
Their fearless, knowledgeable outlook on life
Only now are you truly seeing.

They lie at peace, now,
Still and silent in demise.
What they left behind is heroic, though
A crowd, for one moment, unified.