Funerals

The hardest thing you'll ever have to do

is put thoughts to words and keep them there like glue

without pouring out every emotion,

and thinking deeper than any ocean.

Complicated, exasperated,

words to grasp to when love has faded.

but all thats gone, its cool and shaded,

i'm always here if you need persuaded.

I try to crawl through life unaided

and keep my mind from being invaded

I don't have a heart thats aching and jaded,

my head holds it all and never says it.

I know i'm more than flesh and bones,

I know my ribs encase a soul,

I know, I know but I cant explain

the way my stomach contorts in pain

when I picture all the things that trap you,

and think of ways to stage a rescue.

Sometimes I wonder where life went,

time spent, goes by too quickly

I worry I will wake up thinking of my past,

weathered hands at the age of fifty

lights fly fast and trail behind me,

and i'm looking up at yew trees,

like funerals on TV.

Reciting all my conversations

it seems I may be the complication.

I cant love any of gods creations,

I haven't got the spirit or motivation

but you made me question all my progression,

and here I stand by my hearts transgression.

I can empty all my emotions into the bottom of a bottle

but could never seal the holes I have without an entire barrel

Last night I forgot I even had opinions,

I am just an empty vessel, waiting for you to fill my inion.

I'm only a skeleton, receding.

everybody is a walking piece of nature.

plucked from eden, beauty is in our architecture.

Author's Note

grammar isn't my strong suit please ignore. interested in feedback regarding the poetry itself.