Oh, stop.
You don't weep for a dead person.
You smile, for they were light enough to fly
Where you remained tethered.
But you're weeping.
You're weeping because coffins
Only go with raining skies and raining eyes.
You're weeping for the void in your heart
They usually occupied.
You're weeping because
Death has taken them for itself.
Maybe you wanted to go, too.
And you couldn't.
Which is why you're weeping,
For they paved a road
You wanted to tread.
You loved the dead, sure.
But right now,
You're jealous of fate.
And that's what makes you weep.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry[On hold] Key: |Straight Brackets| - Poetry. \Tilted Brackets/ - Passionate, Vaguely Poetic Prose or Free Verse. ~Wave Brackets~ - Poetry specifically between 1 and 3 sentences in length. ☆☆ For everyone, Who finds, Not in a graveyard or cretamorium...
