The Funeral Poem by Amateur Vagabond

I dreamed of a wedding
Not of a real wedding
The feeling of something wonderful
Like a present on your birthday

I dressed my mind in white
Because I was a virgin to this feeling
I stood reflecting in the mirror
A whole picture

But the clouds turned grey
like they did the first time

No one showed
And the rain came down

I sat on the stoop
Wet and clueless
Watching the day disappear
Sun never shining again

My dress turned black
like my heart......decayed

I walked the battlefield
while dead soldiers sang dirges
into the fog

No hope lies on this ground
Weddings don't exist in graveyards