My Farewell (By: Cory Rudolf)
My Farewell
By: Cory Rudolf (2005)
You fell without a warning,
on the cold and misty earth.
Many were left in mourning
for you left us barely living a half-century.
I, along with others, was forced to bid you premature farewells.
“Goodbye,” we said. “Goodbye,” we cried.
I shed very few tears, the night I heard the news,
coming home from having a blast, only to hear that you had died.
I rejected the pain from entry,
as the rest of my family wept.
Defying God seemed to be my only safe haven,
“Why this!?” I pleaded. “Why now!?” I begged.
The decisions were up to me
as my brother was far from capable
“I choose this funerary casket!”
“I choose this graveyard headstone!”
I didn’t really care.
It isn’t like it matters anyway.
You are gone for good.
Funerals are only for the surviving to grieve.
