Today, I lost one of my most closest friends. Sherry. She was 14 and had last stage Muscle Cancer. So bad was agony, that there were times I felt like I was actually waiting for her to move on. But though, we’d made peace with her state long ago, her death…
So I’m dedicating this song to Sherry, the only one ever who truly understood me.
My darling, thou wilt never know
The grinding agony of woe
That we have borne for thee.
Thus may we consolation tear
E’en from the depth of our despair
And wasting misery.
The nightly anguish thou art spared
When all the crushing truth is bared
To the awakening mind,
When the galled heart is pierced with grief,
Till wildly it implores relief,
But small relief can find.
Nor know’st thou what it is to lie
Looking forth with streaming eye
On life’s lone wilderness.
‘Weary, weary, dark and drear,
How shall I the journey bear,
The burden and distress?’
Then since thou art spared such pain
We will not wish thee here again;
He that lives must mourn.
God help us through our misery
And give us rest and joy with thee
When we reach our bourne!
- Charlotte Bronte
Post with 15 notes
[h/t actegratuit: St Never, Eleni Tsami]
O, death, o death,
Won’t you spare me over another year.
But what is this, that I can’t see
With ice cold hands taking hold of me.
When God is gone and the Devil takes hold,
Who will have mercy on your soul.
O death, o death.
No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold,
Nothing satisfies me but your soul.
Well I am Death, none can excel,
I’ll open the door to heaven or hell.
My name is Death and the end is here…
- Jen Titus