Mystykka Mysterious

A Wedding At A Funeral

As I pass the names written in stone
Along the foggy, narrow path
Where my destiny lies,
I know I'm not alone.
The ahead whereabouts,
The synagogue,
The only place I know
I actually will belong.
In my own cemetery,
A chapel awaits.
I am now at the gate,
Of what I must embrace.
At a funeral,
But being bound for eternity,
And never looking back,
But forward.
Watching the world end,
But my life just begin.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 27, 2009

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Comments about A Wedding At A Funeral by Mystykka Mysterious

  • Shaun Znideric (5/27/2009 12:39:00 AM)

    wow! very clever :) such a depressing world to know where we'll all end up yet we all live like we're gonna live forever :)

    keep up the great work! :)

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