funeral day.

To feel
is to be strong.

to feel
for a great loss,
why so wrong?

i sit here bored.
others,
eyes sore

cry tears
of fear,
happinies
as uncle soars

to feel is right.
coffin wheeled
out of sight.

a great loss,
at such a cost
with time we wait
one day will be ours
it is only fate.




still loud,
even away from the crowd.
i write now,
and say,
from a the refuge
of a rocking chair
I sway.

comprehending,
racing thoughts,
unending.
with pencil,
to paper I send.

When?
When will this end?
left to defend,
against family and friend.

"it's over, it's over.
the paramones
that overwhelming
harmoney
consuming
the colony,"

no longer
Head fueming,
chimny pluming.

furnace idle,
cosl unshoveled,
left in place.

air vent
i sit and stair
to the white noise
of the air.

a low hum
quiet for me
loud to some

the day came and went,
people sway and wept

a calm mind, i sit and stuggle.
at the end of this day.
power of knit words.
i am fine.