The heavens are dim
And the ambiance sings
The culprit’s cacophonies.
A lady lies lifeless
Plays the strings
Dissonant, she mocks the irony.
Then she screams, “Go on and rejoice my funeral!
Light up your faces with a smile
I’ve attained the peaceful side
Pain resides
Not in your stony eyes
But wherein the throne I lie…
Go on and rejoice my funeral!
There with the demons clad in white
Never do you look inside.
But I regret to break that fragile promise
Made that “I won’t die…”
Betrayal was the only mate she made
There with those passing days
He killed her in inhumanly ways
Too long for this peace she was chased…
Solitude is no regret
Neither is the pain it bred
But her life became too long to fret
She chose life
She chose death…
“Go on and rejoice my funeral! '
I invite you to feast
With my beautiful beasts
I won’t allow the tears to flow
When the time has lost its glow
I’ll just ask you to pray
And rejoice! Rejoice my funeral!
I may hold no pain or guilt
Nor words, rhythms or thoughts there be
Yet in me persists a timid flame
And a timid memory…
There near my balcony
Just beside the mango tree
Once played a little girl
And sung all her symphonies
A dream that her life had been
She sung all her symphonies
She sung all her symphonies
The only wish I have from Him
The last I let it be….
Let flowers rain on that little girl
Like blood, rained on me.
And let her rejoice
No else event;
But rejoice!
Rejoice My Funeral!
rejoice my funerals, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing piece... It might be a mater piece... I got goose bumps! ! ! remorse and penitence are my only mates... Rejoice my funeral! ! ! ! (y)