Murmurs at a funeral

“How do you feel dear?”

    Don’t ask me again

“How are you doing?”

    I smile and pretend

Polite as it seems

    with greetings sincere

I cringe when its said

    so incensed just to hear

To not scream out loud

    or breakdown and cry

I feign a false smile

    & continue on by

If I told them I feel like my blood has turned black

    would they give me a hug or feel under attack

The ache is a fright not meant to be known

    the broken & shattered soul that I own

Love me,– away, far, far from my sight

    Please give me silence, let me heal that I might

You can’t bring her back  & you can’t make me whole

    But give me some time & I’ll find my own soul

I’ll climb to the light & pretend I can touch

    know that she’s there, It’s a hope I can clutch

There is my answer 

    Have a nice day

It’s bitter right now

    on this bitter sad day