Very Very Real

Does anyone really know what goes through our minds even as we shine through the darkness? *Please read slowly and pause as felt to do so*

Funerals are always a drag

If you're a sister

You always remember the things she used to say

Only to you

And if you had became upset or something

She was always there for you and never left

Your side

Even when she had to go

Even if you both had something

Really important to do

Like study for some big test

And now all those people cry over my sisters chest

Like they understand her ever being and feelings

When she was broken and so was I, I stood by her side

And though I remember

But she never understood

When I said "I love you"

And another dream of mine goes

And though I'm depressed it's not sadness that

Concerns me

And though we laughed a lot

It isn't the lack of happiness that made a difference

But only that everybody is together and you

And your family can confess a few sins through the

Service

And I really hope poor Ann never

Has to read about this

Because she never understood and never will

I was down and pulled her up and

You probably think that's very stupid

And all the while

She never understood

It was all very very

Real

Author's Note

Was a school project, but I turned in into something with feeling - atleast I hope.
Please tell me how I did.

Reviews

[Seracies]

I enjoyed the truthful, almost cynical feel to it. I loved the first line, it's not an expected way to describe funerals, most people see them as daunting or depressing.

[Frank F. Atanacio]

Very nicely controlled poem, it had a haunting flow and a dreamlike stream but very well written. I enjoyed the read two thumbs up:)