Funeral Song

As the hour burns and the rain slowly falls
I see nothing gained but resented memory
All the other faces stop to show remourse
Yet soon they forget the echoes of cruel epiphoy
In me it still bleeds and deep down forever seeds
To spread through me a dolefull sour note
A bitter song sung by the angels up above
Of unavoided death by which fate is sadly wrote

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem