Death

May 11, 2017
By Anonymous

Death
To mourn someone
So bright

Black
Black
And more
Black

We wore
Something so dark


Remains of Flowers nestled
In the pits of our footprints
From the previous hour

The Granite maze rows ran for
What seemed like
Miles my eyes could perceive

No matter
The pain
The dirt
Was still dry
 


The author's comments:

Reflection: My inspiration for this poem was the recent passing of my friends mom who was like a mother to me. I tried to emphasize her bright personality but our clothes hadn't resembled that. The granite maze symbolizes the cemetery.  I said the dirt was so dry because the amount of people she knew who will attend the funeral , the tears couldn't even soak it enough.


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