it started this morning
when I was alone
the text just said
my friend had "gone home."
I understand that's a way
to more softly say someone died.
but to couch it like "gone home"
it kinda felt like that text lied.
no one's pain is really eased
by poetic metaphors and things.
no matter how you try to say it
the reality is death stings!
we make sure the departed's hair's right
and that lots of flowers fill the room.
but any way you cut it
it all ends up in the tomb.
I try my best to avoid funerals..
for too long, they are a brutal memory.
but, any way you slice it, pal
eventually death is comin' after me!
Thursday, January 23, 2020
Gone Home
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Thursday, January 23, 2020
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