The FuneralA Poem by Veishe has entered the room his eyes turn to her, the impending "doom"Deserted and alone he walks into the unknown he talks to everyone and no one all at once as the commotion around him ceases to be until he finally sees that the only commotion is within his emotions and the realization that his heart has paid its fees. As he waits at the end for his end to commence a stillness surrounds ... and the silence grows intense he reflects on life, freedom and love He thinks on the past and the memories of friends, lovers, acquaintances of past of present and future of time that won't last. As the music begins and he takes his last breath he figures we all must have one final "death" and for him this will be the death of his loneliness and all reasons to hide from the pain of the world he once held deep inside for she is the beginning, she has entered the room his eyes turn to her, the impending "doom" and all he sees is beauty in this one shrouded in white his past was the darkness and she is the light.
© 2009 VeiAuthor's Note
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