Watching my funeral,
As if I am awake,
Looking at all the sad faces,
That are in the crowd.
Some I know,
Some I don't care to see,
But glad they showed.
I hear my mom's voice,
Saying she was to young,
As I looked her way,
To catch the tears rolling down her face.
I look at the preacher,
Who holds the Bible in his hand,
Having to wipe a tear from his eyes,
Looking at the coffin,
In which I lie.
I don't know what I did,
But I ended up,
In this grave,
In a casket,
Watching my funeral unfold.
I see the one I love standing there,
With the guy she left me for,
Wiping tears from her eyes too,
As she whispered I still love you.
I feel my tears fall,
As I see the ones I love,
Cry over my dead,
Limp body.
I close my eyes,
Then wake up in a sweat,
All just a dream,
Of being dead.
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Yikes. That would completely freak me out. A wonderful write, the imagery amazing I never would have guessed it was a dream until the ending hits you in the face like a ton of bricks. Great write you will be considered in judging.
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this is really scary. but sooo incredibly sad. it just broke my heart to read it. i could feel your pain and the one about your love was so sad. i love this so much. i felt it. the end was a good description of you waking up. i like it!
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Oooooh. That's a pretty awesome poem. I could imagine the whole thing in my head as I read it. This would've have been a very emotional, hurtful dream. Glad you shared it. Great job.
Darkened
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Veryy good!! :]
♥--T.R
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