funeral blues

if u lost a loved one this might make u cry

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with the juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and, with muffled drum,
Bring out the coffin. Let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message: “He is dead!”
Put crepe bows around the white necks of the public doves.
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my north, my south, my east and west,
My working week and Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song.
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one.
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can come to any good.

Author's Note

i hope u liked it

Reviews

[The Insanely Vibrant]

Oh, I liked it. Short and precise. Theme presented very well and with a certain amount of strength for that matter. The wordings clearly bring out the lost hope and the growing frustration. nice job :)