<center>My Funeral</center>
<center>A cloud, the mist hung in the air,
Or rain that falls without a care,
Which touch my body, clean the lead
That marks the bullet in my head
And fills the spaces lost to thought,
Where all my wishes oft were caught,
They fall to land without disgrace
To fill the void left in my face.
The void is where my eyes once shone,
Where now my features wait alone
For six to come and take me back
And let me lay in final black
Beneath a stone that says my name,
Where Mother sits and cries the same.
The dusk of sky as dirt pours in
Shall mark the final rest of sin.
And as the crowd all moves away
I know one person who will stay.</center>
-Copywrite of Melinda Marsh
Sorry for the stray in post again, but I just had the urge for a good poem attempt. Ciao for now.
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