DEATH Poem: A Funeral From the Dead, by Ren Palmieri

Casket enclosed and pitch-sharp nothingness,
Hearing from every living being’s breath.
The ones close to home and ones far away,
All coming as my bright light faded away.
Sad music that played, and tears that mourn,
Had none of them arguing, any more.
Instead of yelling and screams, some of which last,
There is only mourning with all men in black.
Sensing the presence of a loved one nearby,
Vibrations of sound softer than a butterfly,
A speech was made through awful whines,
And memories went back in time.
Delusions were lived and bodies revived,
More speeches also arrived.
And when the music stopped, the tears slowly faded,
My casket remained closed, and I was unaided.

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