The Funeral

November 21, 2017
By G.J.Klug BRONZE, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
G.J.Klug BRONZE, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
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I don’t know what to do.
Standing there, twisting the tip of my taupe sleeve anxiously- waiting, wondering.
Attempting to calm my pulse, racing in my chest like a fox trying to escape 
the sight of grieving people lined up to see me

Bustling, blurry faces.
Condolences, to which I nod along.
I’m so sorry, they say.

I am sorry that I cannot feel the way I am expected to.
I do not feel the tears sting my eyes, the salty taste in my mouth.

My mind is blank.
A paper with unwritten words, a story untold.

I am hollow, not once wallowing like a
lonely, winding, willow tree.
Billowing in the cool breeze, wispy and uncertain
of its direction.

The author's comments:

I wanted to write this, because there are so many different, and acceptable ways to grieve the loss of someone that aren't talked about, or considered okay. 

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