The Funeral
I walk in,everyone dressed in black,
no one seems to notice,
as i make my way,
through the crowd,
i see my family,
trying to look dignified and proud,
but in their eyes you can see,
through the windows of shame,
their sadness,
their tears,
and their pain,
in from of the room,
i see a casket,
and what i see,
makes my heart flee,
" NO! IT CAN'T BE!"
i see a face,
so familiar,
i see every day,
i look in the casket,
and what i see,
is a face,
a face that belongs,
to none other than me.....
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