Sick Thoughts at a Funeral

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Sick thoughts at a funeral,

I cant say there the usual,

thoughts to think when somebody dies.


I haven’t shed a tear,

and its been two years.


Mind wandering at burial,

unfocused and unscathed,

why is the sun so bright?

Why is this priest so old?


And I’ve been told that your supposed to cry,

so I cried out my eyes with tears,

that could dry the heart and the mind,

I could lie to myself and make the pain,

but it only makes me feel worse for myself,

I could say that im sorry for your loss,

but im not sorry for my own.

Submitted: March 21, 2012

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