My friend Lisa was murdered in January 2011.
I wrote this poem after her funeral. It was an open casket, and as I looked down at her body, to me it did not look like it was really her. To look down at her vacant body...I felt that I may as well have been looking at an old hat she wore...ar a pile of her clothes....as if the body was just an accessory that she had outgrown.
I think I wrote this poem the day after her service.
I miss her.
I'm sorry to hear that man, that's a real tragedy. However, it is nice to see that you're still uploading. =)
MindGameX54 1 year ago