Clammy hands

by Steffje   May 22, 2007


I was there at your funeral
I wonder if you know
On your coffin, I threw some sand
It still sticks on my hand

I didn't know how to bury you
Thinking of what you've put us through
I didn't know how to feel
I still wonder which face was real

I was there at your funeral
And I didn't even cry
That day felt so cold
I still don't really know why

I don't know if I'm sorry
I wonder if I should be
Always read the same old story
Different, I wish it could be

I was there at your funeral
I wonder if you know
On your coffin, I threw some sand
I still sticks on my hand

All the good memories stay
And all the questions .. were you true?
I'll carry your blood in my veins
It's all I have left from you

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  • 11 years ago

    by Beautiful Disaster

    This poem is fantastic.
    it such a lovely piece to read. you have an excellent way with words. This poem really captured my attention from the beginning, it was full of passion and emotion and i truly enjoyed reading it.
    well done
    5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by Ingrid de Klerck

    A much beautiful poem about a difficult subject.
    Het doet pijn om imand te verliezen op die manier, nietwaar?
    Ik hoop dat alles goed met je is.

    5/5 Ingrid