R.I.P.

My eyes will open 

When the church bell rings

I plug my ears

When The choir sings

Weddings are worst 

When I hear the guests

I wish I was there

With all the rest

I hear the laughter 

The pain the grief 

I lie here angry 

In disbelief 

I punch the lid

When the organs play

I can't rest In peace

Six feet away

Reviews

[Playing with Demons]

That's a wicked awesome poem! It's written perfectly and you can understand the anger and annoyance of the narrator.