The Funeral

You're finally dead to me. Let's see what I become now.

 I am hurting-

As I stand beside the six foot hole

where I shall inter my every Memory

of tired, abused,

YOU AND I.

I am aching-

as I lean against the shadow

of the stoney Effigy

that has become your face-

the monument I have found erected

for tired, abused,

YOU AND I.

I am sinking-

as my fingers trace 

hard-cut bevelled letters,

the final, unyielding Epitaph

of tired, abused,

YOU AND I.

 

And I have never

been to a funeral,

And I have never

cried at a wake,

But I am here beside this coffin

constructed of hard Realities-

watching as the lid is lowered

over a face

I knew in dreams.

And I'll throw down a lily

as they pack the dirt on high

the bed that I must sleep in-

the restless grave

of tired, abused,

YOU AND I.

 

Author's Note

This poem is mostly personal. Closing the lid on a painful memory.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Very cruel realty you remind us here as its the sad end..deadly sad
I ve never been to a funeral,never cried at a wake
but here I stand by this coffin of hard realities
as I watch the lid lowered over a face
I knew in dreams
What strong sad words,so real,so tragically real..nothing to do
very strong write

[RyannCarrie]

this is such an emotional poem. its beautifully sad. I loved it

[Theresa]

Very well written and full of emotion. It's sad, but it seems as if you are closing a chapter on your life. I really liked the lines:
"I am sinking-
as my fingers trace
hard-cut bevelled letters,
the final, unyielding Epitaph
of tired, abused,
YOU AND I."
Nicely done. Thanks for sharing.