Shadows like flames consume,
As broken tears grow like a weavers loom,
A casket rest alone in lonely room,
Silently awaiting the tomb.
Waiting in silence,
I hear the words,
As they let out their longing hurt,
Last good byes i can never say,
Before the dirt,
Hides me away.
How painful it will be,
When you are as you imagine me,
To have to hear loves last goodbyes,
And be unable to even cry.
How lonely it is,
To be alone,
Laying inside the funneral home,
And wishing that i could say.
I love you, okay?
Comments about this poem (Alone by Matthew Moser )
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