Frankincense pungent
and heady
Gold haloed ghosts
peer down at me
Macabre scenes come to
mind
Surrounded by gold and
jewels.
Candles illuminate
light
Hearts Shrouded in
darkness
Black and charcoal
suits
Perfume still
permeates the air
It is thick with
sorrow
Bleak while the air outside
bursts with blossoms.
The meek shall inherit
the earth
Did someone just say
that?
The truth lies elsewhere
She was too young
Way too young to be
celebrated here
In the darkness.
Looking down to shield
my tears
I realise how inappropriate
my shoes are
Sneakers a florescent
orange.
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