Nothing Quite As Empty
Fiction & Poetry, Poetry — By M. Morford on May 5, 2012 at 6:39 am
There’s nothing quite as empty
As a funeral
Where no one laughs.
It’s as if we all know
Or see for the first time
The cold end
That waits for us
As we hurtle
Toward the final unknowable
With the full impact
Of the last lap
Of the speed of life.
There are no passengers
On this journey.
Tags: Death, endings, funeral, Mortality, Poetry
1 Comment
How incredibly sad!