Visitation Poem by something changing

the long line of people
all waiting to be near
the pretty blue casket
i don't want to be here

i know that you're in it
i know that you're gone
and i know that it hurts
and that it's all wrong

all of the flowers
and their horrid smell
linger around you
with no stories to tell

of how much we miss you
and how much we've cried
with no hope for anything
now that you've died

we near the front
to the casket we go
i see your mother
and the pain her eyes show

i can't get any closer
no, not just yet
but my legs keep on going
and the closer i get...

the tears start to fall
i can't stop them now
i'll try to get through this
i just don't know how