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Do the Dead hear our thoughts?
Feel our sadness or anger.
Be a part of our dreams,
Or is it just our wish?

Can the dead touch our love?
Know that we will always love them.
Hear our prayers and hopes
Or is it just our wish?

Death steals without warning,
Can you smell Death,
Swiftly it takes a loved one,
Can you understand Death?

Death does not prepare the living,
To embrace the lost of a loved one.
Death does not have answers,
To where it has taken a loved one.

You bury the dead, life continues,
An empty space remains, you grieve.
No new memories of your love,
The past, a lifeline you cling to.

Do you pray for a peaceful death?
When the time has come,
Will you be ready to face death?
And know your life on earth is ending.

Do you fear the unknown?
Isn’t death the unknown?
Who doesn’t fear death?
Are you afraid?

Is anyone prepared to meet death?
My life could end this minute,
Or I could live to be a hundred,
And I would not be prepared.

It is depressing thinking of death.
But it is faith that brings light.
And even death cannot touch,
The promise of life everlasting.

Does eternal life exist?
Where does the soul goes after death?
A heaven the Saviour died for,
Or the abyss of hell.

Before I was born,
My Father chose me.
Before I can enter my Father’s house,
I must die first.

Is Death a cleansing of the soul?
Is it a passage from human to spirit?
The end and the beginning,
Of a heart that stops and a soul that lives….

By C.E. Pereira
I wrote this poem eight months after the death of my brother Roy, while I was still grieving and trying to come to terms of accepting his death. Today, the pain has faded, love remains, but death is still beyond understanding.



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

2 thoughts on “Death

    1. How true. Life continues, grieve fades but the void can never be filled. There are still days where when something happens that for a split second I want to share it with my brother. Then I remember and it is at those moments that I hate the most. Carol


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