No one will cry at my funeral!
There’s no hope for me,
No salvation.
No heart left
And no relation.
No friend to mend my weeping wake,
Or help me quench this lasting ache.
No shoulder to cry on,
No one to rely on.
No one can save me
I’m out of my league.
Scarred from the silence
And wracked with fatigue.
No ray of light,
No higher purpose.
No final fight
For fighting is worthless.
So all alone
I’ll waste my days.
Where no one can see
My desperate ways.
On my bed,
In my room
Surrounded by
The choking gloom.
Until the day
I’m hauled away.
What difference
Did I even make?
Thrown in a hole
Ready or not.
Rest in peace –
Or left to rot?
No one will cry
At my funeral
But me.
© REBEKAH SMITH November 2002.
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