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Death stare
I feel your cold stares
colder than my body in this casket
some cry
others gossip
at how I look
how I'm dressed
but it doesn't really matter anymore
what people say about me
I'm not here anymore
to hear it
or see the smirks of their hatred
I'm resting now
waiting for my new life
one of peace and happiness
**I've been to several funerals and I just take observation of how people act and how they are when they sit together in a group. So I'm writing this poem as a person that's looking up from the coffin and looking at their own funeral.**
Copyright ©
Karen Croft
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