Eulogy

Eulogy

A Poem by Ink

I think it's funny,
how people compose the most wonderful things
only to say them to you when you die
You spent the day you were born
with syllables and actions
character books turning to fiction
Growing up blank
and learning to climb the well
survival and adaptability 
they try to train you well
But their words were only kinder
when they think you deserve them to be
and their faces are colder even if they're not mean
Here, at the point of life, or no-life
they stand around and cry
wishing there could have been more time
yet all the the time you had since you were born
were the times you are only allowed, no return
Time, they ask, time they ignored
how do you feel now? Of course you don't
you are colder than they, 
you are no more
just a body under our floors

© 2018 Ink


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and it is the worst thing that once you are still alive they can either love or hate you but when you are inside that coffin they have to say something nice about you, that is the selfishness imminent in all men. so sad if we think about it seriously

Posted 6 Years Ago


Ink

6 Years Ago

Unfortunately, I have witnessed this time.and again within my own family. It gives me sadness to thi.. read more
sette

6 Years Ago

and that is human nature that we have to learn to understand more

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