Grief is Strange
When someone dies,
People say that their soul flies.
But then where will it go,
Why can't they just remove our cries?
If the soul can leave,
Can't it go back?
Why is this so hard to perceive,
Why must every answer lack?
I guess grief is strange that way,
It doesn't stop at night or day,
But it follows you everywhere,
asking questions along the way.
So with this in conclusion,
I think I have my answer.
I've cleared my confusion,
There is no specific place,
They could even go to outer space.
But I will continue to question,
But this time with more grace.
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