Death Around Me

Feeling the turbulence all around me
I see a group of people I recognize,
My cousins.
"Where am I?" I ask.
They pointed to the grass.
I look down, then around me,
"The cementary" I whispered out in shock.
They nodded and being so frankness said at the same time...
"Good Luck My Love"

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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