The Night Of The Undertaker Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Sign your name and close the book.
The undertaker's has come.
Taking the body away to meet it's final resting place.
So much suffering put to a end with a single stroke of a pen.
The dearly departed repsented in name only.
Wishing you could hold them one last time.
So afraid to use the words goodbye.
Knowing still it won't give you any peace mind.
So angry, so upset, so depressed, nothing will ever seem enough.
Building a momument in stone will only make you feel more alone.
Some bridges weren't designed to be crossed, but instead they are to remind you what you've lost.
The sad, sad, sad, song stuck repeat as the soul feels so empty.
Nothing can quite fill the void.
Searching for reasons so you can cope.
Swallowing your tears so you don't choke.
Looking for distractions not memories.
So much fear.
What if I did something different.
What if I was just seconds quicker.
Drinking a glass water like it's beer.
So much left unsaid and undone.
In doubt and no one too scream and shout at but yourself.
Remembering the box of all the promises still unopen high upon the shelf.
Too early, too soon, feeling like a baby who got stuck on the moon.
Going through motions of eating with a spoon.
But nothing is truly digesting right yet.
A crack egg going bad in the fridge.
Everything reminds you.
You see faces but only of her.
A ghost following all way down the street.
To your work, to your home, to your bathroom daily rituals.
There is just no escape.
Diving deep into some strangers lake.
Her voice is still keeping you awake.
No pleasant dreams, just nightmares with very angry demons.
Foaming at the mouth and seething.
Waking in a sweat and utter shock having trouble breathing.
Under a very black sky in which your just trying to survive.
A with each minute that passes you feel less alive.
Wading through waters knee deep.
Struggling on so many levels.
Its just one night in mourning.