The Day Of Mel's Funeral

The Day Of Mel's Funeral

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa

Standing on the street corner

Screaming all night long

Saying crazy things

In a manic

Phase

I found myself wandering

Through the streets of town

Grieving over Mel's death

I remember the funeral

I showed up full blown manic

Barefoot and soaked from the rain

I had not slept in days

I was irrational

Quite out of my mind

I remember walking into the funeral parlor

Found him lying there

In his coffin

As I tried so hard to place

Upon his finger

His wedding band

I nearly broke his hand

I was near hysterics

Heightened by manic theatrics

Soon I was led to the door

By family and friends

There was no making of amends

Outside I remember I was shouting

Saying things I really don't recall

When I realized a crowd had gathered

Listening to my vocal absurdities

Everyone was staring at me

I remember my sister and my nephew

As they grabbed hold of me

Then my son

Tightly gripping both my wrists

They forcibly picked me up

As I was kicking and screaming at them

To let me go

As they dragged me away

Into the nearest car

They held me down

Drove me to a place called Rescue Crisis

Forced me to go in there

For my own good

I know that now

But I was so unwilling

When I got there

They tried to give me a shot

I refused

They gave it to me anyway

I was so irratic

So much was happening

Going on in my brain

It's hard to explain

Going so insane

As I did that day

All I know is it changed my life forever

I was about to embark

On a series

Of manic episodes

That would disrupt my life

Cause me to end up in psyche wards

Time and time again

(to be continued)

 

© 2009 Deborah Leah Krempa


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

It's too painful to comprehend.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Ach, the horror of the manias. Moving story told with the benefit of calm reflection.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Wow. Very powerful read...so honest and real. When you're manic, you "need" someone to take you under control, because you have none. I would read more of this. Rain..

Posted 15 Years Ago


All I know is it changed my life forever - I really loved this line a lot, it is very deep indeed.
And what a journey you are going through....can't wait to read more....

Posted 15 Years Ago


Wow! Sounds like what will happen to me if I don't get a grip on my life. Good job. You expressed it well.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Gripping poetic journey so far...want to read more.
Piggy

Posted 15 Years Ago



Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

211 Views
6 Reviews
Rating
Added on January 16, 2009

Author

Deborah Leah Krempa
Deborah Leah Krempa

Toledo, OH



About
I am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..

Writing

Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..


Hope Hope

A Poem by Amanda


Little Bones Little Bones

A Poem by Bubo