Eulogy part 1

Didn't know the genre. So it's under horror.

One, two, three, four
Sorrow as I walk through the doors
Despair has fallen over us
Peace of mind and not corrupt

Casket here, casket there
It seems like casket's everywhere
A wooden or metal thing as pleased
A thing holding the beloved deceased

They say that there must be a reason
But to some it simply seems like treason
The smell of incense fills the room
As we think of an impending doom

Casket here or not
The cars fill the parking lot
The people all dressed up in black
There is no emotion that they lack

The children weeping for their mother
Receiving comfort from their brother
From far and wide families gather
To mend their hearts that have been shattered

A husband longing for his wife
Sharing pain taken from the knife
Filled with music and crying still
The man walks past the windowsill

The binder clutched onto my side
The people started at me and cried
For they knew what it held inside
The sadness that they tried to hide

Inside it held the eulogy
A self written biography
Once at the podium long I stood
Rapping my fingers on the hard maple wood

Author's Note

It was too long to put as one so I split it into two parts. I would have to say my best poem yet. I'm dedicating this to people I knew that died this past school year. And also to my friend Dan.