Alas

Geena Maharaj
Aug 29, 2017 · 1 min read

The funeral in my brain
Alas, begun to wane
Subsiding in its pain
Warmly whispering, “I am sane”
That I have too much to gain.

The funeral in my mind
Alas, has been quite kind
The illness deemed benign
The illness, now silver-lined
Softly singing, “I am fine.”

The funeral in my head
Alas, has buried the dead
Although we bled and bled
Tears growing, flowing, shed,
Gathering the mourners, I led
“Smile,” it solemnly said.

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