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White Rose.

Poetry By: RenRose

About a ghost watching their own funeral they learn how they died and what their life really meant.

Submitted:Jun 16, 2013    Reads: 26    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   

What a beautiful funeral. Who is it for?

Go Look.

Wilted flowers by the coffin.

Cries fill the air.

Rancid pity is heavy.

The coffin dares me.

Closer and Closer.

Beckoning to be free.

I comply.

A pale boy cradled in black.

Who is he?


A thousand memories fly.

Flashes of me.

Emotion flows.







How did I die?

Try to Remember.

Silent screams.

Muffled cries.

They just watch.

All of them,

Those I trusted.

Emotionless eyes.

Scream for me to die.

WHY?! They wouldn't...

They already have.

My coffin sits in the open ground.

One by one they place a red flower.

Whispers fill my ears.

"Got what he dissevered"

"He was a bastard"

"I hope he rots"

"I glad he died"

"I miss you."

Everything stops.

They don't take note of her,

A girl with a white rose,

She walks to the coffin.

Tear stained face.

She places the rose,

Among the crimson ones.

Bows her head and I hear her.

"I really miss you, I don't know if you knew but.. I love you."

I love you too.

I know.

The girl stands next to me a white rose in her hand.


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