Am I Wrong?

A poem about death and your feelings of loss

How Do You Deal With Death?

 

Weep that of 1000 tears,

where dark clothes to show respect

as a frown wears upon your lips?

Stop the day for an hour or so

stare at their grave.

A sign no more memories shall be made.

 

So Am I Wrong?

 

Is it wrong that I cannot weep?

Is it wrong that my clothes are not black

that I do not show my empty feelings?

Is it so wrong that I do not stop my day for place,

filled with dread?

 

But Instead,

 

I smile about the good times.

I believe they are not gone for good,

nearly by my side in spirit, hope, and dreams.

I remember them,

and my love for them still beats strong in true.

 

May not show it

in the most known ways

I still miss them too on

 

Author's Note

I just lost my uncle, i had to get some feelings out. Please don't be too tough or hard with reviews.