The Funeral

heads bowed
huddled together
the only sound
is a sad,
crooning bagpipe
atop a mountain
the wind whispers
through the trees
making them bend
and sway
the wind comforts me,
it remind me of you
a gentle hand on my cheek,
but it slowly fades
as i see you sink
into the strong earth
i accept the rose
they give
after it rested atop your bed
i take a walk to clear my head
nothing but memories
and a dirt road
i walk back to town
your home, your air, almost tangible
and i can only thank God
you are safer than me.





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theMysteryPoet said...
Aug. 26, 2010 at 11:49 pm
Great job. Your extremely good at imagery (i get the feeling i keep spelling that word wrong..lol XD)
 
brax34 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 4, 2010 at 11:38 am
awesome job!
 
GangstaEyes This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 3, 2010 at 2:20 pm
Wow! This flowed really well, and the raw emotion is crazy strong! Great stuff and thanks for checking out some of my work!
 
MelanieLouise This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Aug. 3, 2010 at 2:45 pm
no prob :) you are a great writer and thanks for the feedback
 
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 2, 2010 at 7:06 pm
Very well done. Death is the source of tragedy, and yet it is also a gift.
 
MelanieLouise This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Aug. 2, 2010 at 8:21 pm
thanks so much :) i appreciate your words
 
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