The Funeral MAG

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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