THE FUNERAL

Left alone, wind wandering looking for shelter
Nothing to see, nothing to feel

My body shivering from the emptiness of pain
Light becoming dimmer as clouds hum their presence

Increasing desperation refuses to flee
Sounds of nothing besiege my space

Memories of forgotten happiness impossible to reach
Illusion and reality become cohabitants

I am becoming what I am destined
Nothing but a particle of time that gravitates towards death

Reviews

[Brighid an Lasair]

This is amazing, it really tells of the desperation that comes from realizing how close death can be. It really places the reader into that sense of void, nothingness, emptiness.

[Franklin...]

This feels surreal and abstract; it seems to project an air of...nothing. I mean, it's hard to describe nothing, but you've gone and put it into words(at least that's my interpretation). When I read this I can imagine...emptiness...as I said, it's hard to express. That, and a touch of doom, make this a very good write.

[DamienHino]

I really love this poem I just wish the title wasn't "The Funeral" because your words and flow really grab the attention of the readers and it's better if they solve it...otherwise outstanding poem

[Lexi]

That last line really brought this poem. Amazing work, I love your way of words!

I'm not sure whether I'd rather be completely numb or feel everything.
Because feeling hurts, but being numb can hurt the mind, mentally.

it seems as though there's just a quick acceptance of Fate from the narrator.

[Poetic Beauty]

This poem is depressing almost dark in thought. The description of the wind blowing reminds me of either a late fall day or winter when it is bone chilling. It paints a scene of gray skies and isolation. Like the narrator is standing in a cemetery alone and cold watching the grave digger fill in his grave. This is done with a clarity. There is a sense of abandonment for the narrator as well.