The Casket in an Empty Church
Poetry; Graveyard Bugs Series
I only imagine silence. Nothing but mere creaks of the church, The drops of morning tears sliding down Stained glass windows. The murals depicting a peace I will never know. The few crows applauding the feast, As the casket slowly diminishes with my soul Leaving nothing but bones to be picked away And reused by the world that put me here. I do not demand a mourning presence, A group of familiars all in black. The pews will stay empty, the choir sent home, And the doors will remain locked – abandoning Those who abandoned me long ago. The faces of grief, of guilt, and of absolute Despair were frequent visitors to my mirror. But they are not welcome during my decay Those faces on today’s strangers, yesterday’s family That pushed me away every time I cried out in vain. They do not deserve to heal this wound, The closure to my death, never granted. I say, leave them banging at the doors, Screaming to be welcomed in. Let them battle Pain the way I did. Let them fear darkness And the stench of death. I want them to know The revenge I held in the last of my breath. My therapist told me to think of my funeral. Who would be there? What words would they bring? When the time comes to answer, I will stay quiet.