I see the falling golden brown leaves,
And the bright shining sun through the trees.
I taste the brisk flavor of the oncoming winter air,
And the dryness of my throat.
I feel the wind blowing across my face,
And a hint of chill in the air.
I smell a fire burning in the distance,
And the scent of autumn leaves.
I hear the rustling of leaves,
And the hushed whispers of the people around me.
I see the gathering of family and friends,
And the pain and sorrow on the people's faces.
I taste the tears streaming down my face,
And the bitterness of losing a loved one.
I feel a lump in my throat,
And a tightness in my chest.
I smell what was once my uncle's presence,
And what is now his freshly dug grave.
I hear the gentle sobs of the people around me,
And the sharing of memories from my uncles's past.
I am comforted, knowing now that our loved one will rest in peace.
Author notes
I wrote this poem about my uncle's funeral in November of 2005. He committed suicide. I was very close to him. His death was the worst thing I've ever experienced in my life.
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- Make me feel again by lilblueeyesmine1978.
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Comments
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Suicide no only kills the person who dies but it kills the hearts of those who loved them. My best friend commited suicide in high school and though it has been 15 years ago, it still hurts. The pain gets better but you never really forget.
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You really are an amazing poet. I would give you a great big hug, but I don't know what class you're in right now.
I'd give you a kazillion if I could, but here's a three.
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