Death Makes No Distinction

Stuck in the past at times because of loss of loved ones, going over and over every moment we spent to- gether with them. Loving and cherishing one another through all sorts of calamities and turmoil, holding fast and true to one another. Nothing separating us, no matter what may befall, then along comes death, not thinking or caring about any of it. Making no distinction whatsoever as it takes away the loves of our lives without a second thought, leaving us alone to try and live without them. So cruel and devastating, we have no direction or recourse, we cannot even speak to death, our case for life will never be heard. Death is just what it is, there is not a single thing we can do about it's part in our lives or the ending of it's time on earth. Left only to find our ways through it's devastation emptiness and abandonment, nothing ever making sense again through the years. Wandering through the seven stages of grief, no clue what we're supposed to be doing, hearts broken in two, tears filling our hearts, minds and souls. Nothing is sacred to death, only the taking of a life is all that matters to it in the end.