The Day Of Mel's FuneralA 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 KrempaReviews
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6 Reviews Added on January 16, 2009 AuthorDeborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI 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
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