Im not a poet but heres one I wrote several years back
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When I see your ghostly figure,
I know it cannot be real,
For you are torn forever,
I pray for you as I close my hands and on the floor I kneel.
I will pray for your soul as long as I live,
For I know what has happened,
The family scarred for evermore,
How my sorrow drifts by for them.
In my dreams not a thought goes by of happy times we've had,
Only terrors haunt me and sorrow passes for you that is cursed.
