Death has become my friend. It stalks me everywhere I go; slowly catching up to me. Death is not morbid, but a beautiful thing. People feel sorrow fo the dead. The feeling of a loss overwhelms them. They always try to blame someone; but they cannot blame death because death was there to help. Death took the misery that was haunting their beloved. They may have seemed happy, but deep inside, they are fighting for freedom. Freedom from themselves, freedom from others, freedom from everyone. Everything. To some people, death is a welcome home. To others, it's all they have.
Faye Hahn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sorrow-of-happiness/
