The funeral

The funeral

A Poem by Talesha
"

He is dead on the inside,for his other half has abandoned him...

"
The darkness engulfed him,
He reeked,he sighed.
His emblem had left,
not a shadow,not a companion,not a friend.
Isolated and invigorated,
He went closer to the bend.

The river was thick and murky,
He held his heart closely.
He pondered of her face,
He cogitated on her promised grace.

But why was he alone?
Why was the wedding day postponed?
His black tux blended with the dirt,
The decaying earthworms crawled all over his shirt.

He could not see,
but he felt.
It was death,death was approaching.
He promised her,he promised himself,
Life without her,was death.


The beads of dew and sweat cooled his body,
But his thoughts inflamed his mind.
What did he do wrong? Was he not perfect?
He could only question,
But there was no answer,
Grieve consumed him...he contracted emotional cancer.


He gave her hope,
He gave her love.
To her,it was not enough.
She loved him,
But she knew he wasn't the one.
He knew,he wasn't the one.

So he bathed himself in deceit and guilt
He cogitated about what happened,
About what could have been-in the dirty filth.
He stayed at the banks for hours,
Until the torrential showers,
He got up and left,
He knew he was dead on the inside,
No love,no marriage-nothing to abide.

© 2013 Talesha


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Another great poem. :)

Kaze~

Posted 10 Years Ago


Talesha

10 Years Ago

Can't believe you read so much of my work.Thank you,it means the world to me,that you'd take your pr.. read more
♔ CrownedDevil ☾

10 Years Ago

Your welcome. :) I enjoyed reading your poems. :)

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Talesha
Talesha

Caribbean, Trinidad and Tobago



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About me? Well,I dream about love,curious about life after death.I have visions of a future that I'm not sure will ever happen,but I dream of them anyway.I have been broken-heartened,by my own blood a.. more..

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