Death is hard to believe

Dressed in black as dark as the night.
I walk through a dark hallway.
I come to a room filled with chairs and people crying.
I see a coffin with a woman in it.
I touch her hand then a tear runs down my cheek.
I sit down its starts then it ends.
i walk up to the coffin again.
then another tear runs down my cheek.
Suddenly everything stops.
It was just me and her.
She had died and i finally realized.





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MountEverest said...
Jul. 23, 2012 at 7:13 pm
I liked it, I can relate to what you want to write because I sometimes write about death too. Sometimes it can be helpfull to add more intense words and make the poem come to life. Sorry if you don't want advice and i'm sorry about your Grandma
 
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