At least one hundred people
Crowding into the musty room
Sitting in red satin pews
We all know why we're here
Everyone dressed in their
Sunday best
(Sunday worst)
As the countless tissue boxes are passed around.
And the girls that
vowed never to cry
as that would make their
eyeliner and mascara
run down their flawless faces
and onto their 200 dollar dresses,
And the guys that claimed to be
too tough to cry
because it would damage their ego
and then held against them
all left with drenched
chins and collars.
So many familiar faces.
Even ones that were
hated by some,
others that were loved
by everyone
fell silent that day.
It's sad that it takes
the passing of
an innocent life
to make peace with one another.
And as the music was played
while we observed those around us
the survived mother
dressed in black to her ankles
stood up and
beggingly asked why
"WHY DID THIS HAPPEN TO ME?!"
And the room fell dead silent
Nobody could find an answer
And the room fell
to tears
And the room remained
dead
silent
How do you answer
that kind of
question?
How do you heal
that kind of
loss?
pain?
sadness?
To be continued...
Author notes
I wrote this after I attended the funeral of a beloved school mate...you will be remembered, New York.
Brandon Kyle Gaines
Only 17 years old..
Rest In Peace..
Written May 11th, 2005
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aw, how sad to lose such a friend I know how it feels to lose somebody you loved and cared for so much.
Amber
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This is a heartbreaker. I am sorry for your loss. Good phrasing added to the power and emotion of this piece. And how do you get through it ? You just do.. one second at a time for as long as it takes. This is a subject I know. God bless. Debby
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Wow... I loved this. Really powerful. I went through the loss of a friend far too young to die a year and a half ago so this means a lot to me.
I think you really captured the feeling of the room with how you broke up the lines. Especially the
"dead
silence"
Or even putting such a large space after the Mother's cry of pain. That was perfect and sort of brought me back to John's funeral. Very, very, VERY well done. Keep up the great work.
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This is glorious... Like truly moving. The imagery, "red satin pews" is absolutley picture-perfect...
Even ones that were
hated by some,
others that were loved
by everyone
fell silent that day.
This is extremely fitting of clicky highschool bullshit. Quite simply, this poem is gorgeous; in everyway. I know it seems overused, and sometimes forced, but I am truly sorry for your loss.
-- Trevor
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first of all: i'm so sorry for your lost. i've had losses i my life to and i am so sorry you had to experience that pain i know it is unbearable and i'm so soory.
i also love this poem i reamined me of when my sister tried to commit suicide. and when one of my friend died because of suicide. i love this poem it really makes me think. this poem is just so beautiful really i love it. it is my new favorite poem i love it so much. and it really makes me think. why? why do horrible things happen to all people good and bad. it is just not fair but then again life is not fair. it also think it is sad but true that when people die true enemis rest there hatred for mourning it is so sad but true. i love thsi poem it is so true it is so to the point. and i am again sorry for so loss and i hope you find some peace.
*fiona* -
Aww! I can relate to this at the moment, because my great aunt died on Tuesday night. I won't be able to go to the funeral, though, because it's a 4 or 5-hour drive from where I live, and I'm in the thick of some pretty important exams at the moment. Great
I don't try not to cry to avoid smudging my make-up, because I don't wear it, but I haven't cried for my aunt, because I don't think it's really sunk in with me yet. I didn't see her on a day-to-day basis, so I haven't felt the changes to my life yet. I think I will soon though. It's odd how people react to deaths. We were talking about it in RSE. It might be weeks or even months before you suddenly feel the loss. I'm reluctant to critique the language of this because it's so personal to you. I know it's hard, but keep upbeat, and keep writing.
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TEAR i seriously had that teary eyed feel...i love how you tore apart the vanity of the girls at our school...kinda stripped them of their pride. notice how everyone is brought to the same level in society when tragedy strikes. you captured the feel of despair beautifully....love it...
kelsey -
This is really sad. I didn't know him, and for that, I'm glad. That's not to be disrespectful. Yes, I feel terrible that he's gone--people loved him and lost him. That hurts. But it's not as bad for me, since I didn't have to lose someone close to me. I feel bad even thinking that, but it's true. For instance, if we lost you, Trisha... I'd be bawling my eyes out right now.
Okay, okay, I need to stop thinking about things. I just need to--focus.
That question: "Why did this happen to me?" Oh, honey, it's nothing you did. I hate when people try to lay blame. It's not on anyone. Things happen. Don't beat yourself up about it. You'll make it worse.
I'm always here, you know. I hope you feel better, I hope you can smile about things and not feel guilty. I'm here for you, Trisha.
Beautiful; very sweet. I'm sorry, Trisha, and I send you hugs and love. -
oh trisha...
that was beautiful.
I was looking for a new post from you - assuming it would be something funny and god-hating and I got this.
i wasn't expecting this.
it's perfect.
if you want to cry just find me and dump on me. I can take it.
love you honey
meg
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