Slumbering Alone

by Maple Tree   Nov 20, 2016


Death has become a design of informal thoughts
notions of peace are dressed within tainted tears,
suited as a spectator sport, to lay peacefully while
flowers adorn a weepy casket of eternal darkness.

Lace covets faces of pale smiles
as strangers walk by with guilty memories,
I never knew life could be so cruel,
but a corpse is just a fleeting star.

Did you know pink was never my color?

Yet you adorn my body with Christianity
like it was second nature, forgive me Mother
but my eyes have seen the last of your misery-
rest me upon a tree stump, I wish to die alone.

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  • 7 years ago

    by William Mae

    A excellent poem, sad, you made me feel the sadness as poetry should do.

  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Well, thank you, Andrea, you have taken the remnants of my inner happiness, twisted, pulled and torn them asunder!However, you have done so with some wonderful writing so - this time - I forgive you...

    All the best and well done,

    Ben

  • 8 years ago

    by Brenda

    Andrea, so sad but beautiful in such an aching way.I loved this in challenge and it's story is so relatable to anyone who has dealt with loss. It brings out so many emotions which you hit on many different levels of relationships and the dynamics involved. Well done-

  • 8 years ago

    by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist

    Andrea ,

    A sad piece....I can feel you here...

    And Michael sorry for inspiring them. .. Good friend stuff y'know. .. They feel me and I can feel them too. ..

    Andrea I love you

    hugs
    Gel

  • 8 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Andrea,

    There seems to be a lot of 'death' poetry around. This is not a complaint though, more an observation. Your poem about the final farewell, the funeral. Many people fail to make their wishes explicit. Maybe they were not fussed, or maybe they were not listened to. It seems this telling is the latter. I can only imagine how painful it must be to attend such a funeral, watching the ceremony play out in a way the deceased would not approve.

    The way you finish this poem sums up the resulting emotion.

    ((Hugs)) xx

    • 8 years ago

      by Maple Tree

      Hugs you Michael!

      Thank you Em <3

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