Funeral

A better poet would have found the words
to describe the broken hearted
so that the reader can feel
the rejection in his own heart.

A greater poet would have been able
to paint the desolation in bright colours
So the world can see the fullness
Of the emptiness.

An exceptional poet would have contained the loneliness
so completely in black and white characters
that even a crowd would speechlessly
question in God and their faith.

But this poet doesn’t know the right words
and she has to stand here
in front of the grave in her own heart;
Desolate...
Empty...
Speechless...