A eulogy.

 
I cannot cry.
cannot make a sound.
In disarray I am
Hollow.

Too afraid to emote
vulnerable to agony


An empty shell
detached.
When words fail me
The expressionless,cold self takes over
I'm in chaos.

I feel the cold stares of the people around me
dressed in black for this solemn occasion
Lying in front of me is my soul
The hollow empty shell

For my soul that rests so peacefully on the ground
This is my eulogy.