• You look through your eyes,
    but barely see past your nose.
    And too ease the pain,
    You just keep them closed.

    You know it wont help,
    But there's no harm in trying.
    Yes, its hard to face the facts,
    When a loved one is dying.

    You stay awake all night,
    You can't sleep with the pain.
    When you do eventually sleep,
    You live the whole thing again.

    Next time someone dies,
    Think it all through,
    Because if you get it off your chest,
    You feel much less Blue.
    By Clare Allan x

    (first poem written)