It's Tuesday

 

 

They wheel him down the aisle

Everyone dressed in Sunday best

It's Tuesday

The children are in the back

Too loud, too curious

We're still paying our respects

Ignoring brightly colored flowers

The way candle flames lick at stain glass

They get it, in a way

But we feel the burn

Eating away at our hearts

Consuming our belly

Still wearing a brave face

This mask of mine is cracking

As fat heavy tears fall through

Trying to control my weeping

Before hysterics hit

Still keeping them inside

All these years later

I never let those true feelings fall

 

Author's Note

Cp. 2:00PM Mon 06/23/08 'I Don't Care' Apocalyptica ft. Adam Gontier flowing heavy to the music melody, ok, writing about the passed, Tio Vernies funeral, trying to be ok content, still lost and confused (Typed,Prides)

Reviews

[Murphy]

This is a great snapshot... a lot of deep feeling in this piece that is transferred to the reader, felt it in waves. Not sure if that makes sense, but that was my exerience. Thanks for sharing this!

[Laura E. Aranda]

Wow. I so felt this...I have been here....standing beside my husband as he felt those flames in his heart as well....I so related to this! Thanks for asking me to read this piece. The one suggestion I have is to place an 'a' before your word 'isle' in the first sentence so you can make it an actual aisle instead of an island....They wheel him down the isle...aisle
Cheers, lea