It bewilders me to think that I might not cry if you died,
Only shrug my shoulders as they lowered your coffins into the ground;
Wondering if I should dispatch a barrage of crocodile tears from my eyelids
Just to assuage the questioning looks of the crowd.
I secretly wish you could have meant more to me while you were alive
But I felt betrayed;
Shoved in a closet and gagged
Feet bound, gasping for air.
Do you get a similar feeling now in your coffins
With the blackness of your tombs surrounding you,
Encased in layers of earth
From which there is no escape?
Or have your spirits departed to soar among the heavens
Your bodies mere husks of what you once were
Angry emotions long since dissipated
And your eyes closed in rest? |
Submission Name: To Feign My Sorrow?
