I wonder if it is the most peaceful way to go, dying in your sleep.

Part of accepting death is trying to imagine it, but nothing prepares you for the the real thing.

A friend’s mother told him not to come visit her in hospital, she would call if he had to come.

For that person who survived an accident when their friend did not.

This poem I wrote when someone special had died in my life and it made me devastated.

An acrostic based on Linkin Park’s "In The End".

My first personal death experience and what I saw while he died.

What I would not give for one more day with an absent loved one.

Every significant memory has it’s defining moment.

A poem about cynicism.