“Rest in Peace”

I whisper as I drop a rose

On your grave.

What I really mean is,

“I hope the troubles are gone,

And the pain.”

Rest in Peace”

They said as they lowered,

You into your grave.

What they really mean is,

“We’ll miss you and we hope,

You have rest.”

“Rest in Peace,”

I cry as I sit and watch

Your grave.

What I really mean is,

“Don’t return if possible,

It’s better there than here.”

I wouldn’t want you to come

Back to this hellish world,

Even if I got to see you Again.

No longer do you worry,

no longer will you wonder,

the sun will shine always for you.

Hard-working all your life,

never making excuses,

owning up to both bad and good;

these were examples I learned.

Your life has been my blessing,

through you I became stronger,

a heritage you received from your parents,

I now hold within my breast.

Now dear mother,

your day of days has finally ended.

You can finally, rest in peace.

Return

To sender

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Postage

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Contents

Unexplored

Packing peanuts

Wasted

Bubble wrap

In tact

We write "Rest in Peace" for you.

It is selfish to want to bring you back,

To want the smiling person we are used to

Even if you cry yourself to sleep at nights.

We say "Rest in Peace" for you.

Tears hanging in our eyes,

And falling on dying roses

Atop a dark, wooden casket.

We sing "Rest in Peace" for you.

The dirt is covering your casket,

And the last images of you, smiling,

Are beginning to fade away.

We sob "Rest in Peace" for you.

We take the roses, and walk back,

Get in our cars silently,

Leaving you to rest.

We pray "Rest in Peace" for you.

Despite knowing you are at the golden gates,

Being welcomed by our Creator,

It lets us rest in peace.

We lie, and say "Rest in Peace"

Though you should know that if you could,

We would welcome you back in a heartbeat

With happy tears, hugs, and jokes.

We used to ask you, beg you, to return,

But you can't return, so we beg you to peacefully rest.

Entered as kids you and i.

The world so green and true.

Amazed by a world undiscovered,

awaiting to be explored.

Those adventures and dreams.

Smiling we played with the clouds.

All whilst we layed there.

Never thought i would fear mystery.

nothing made sense when you disappeared.

Entered as kids you and i , but i remained.

Though you still lie there under the sky.

I yearn for the moment to someday come by.

Where misery of mystery once again,

will be replaced with dreams and highs.

Till then i can only wish.

-R.I.P-

I know it’s been a while,

A bit more than a year,

But I think about you often

And even shed a tear.

I remember the day so clearly

The last time I saw you,

I wasn’t sure if you could hear me,

Wasn’t sure what I should do.

I know I should’ve said it,

But I couldn’t come to terms,

Didn’t believe that you were leaving

Gone with no return.

If I could make a request,

Return if possible please,

Even for just one day,

One more opportunity I could seize.

I’d tell you that I love you,

Like I should have our last day,

I acted like I’d see you again,

But I knew you couldn’t stay.

anger took our consciousness

it became dark and gloomy

forgot all our memories

red covered all

one stopped

and one remained

no remorse

and no evidence

i will not confess

the child got better

had food and shelter

from the day you’re erased

all of this were the prizes

the cause and the effect

and the mean was your death

i, i apologize

if i just know that you have plans

if i just know that you truly cared

maybe, i wouldn’t have done it

i want to return in time

reverse, and have remorse

i wish to your grave everynight:

return if possible

#freeverse #confession #crime #guilt #R.I.P. #Poetry&FreeVerse

If possible, I’d like to get out of here,

Black Hill Sanitarium.

Here is where I’ll stay, that’s my fear.

Needles to make me numb,

oh I hate those men in white.

I would do anything to leave this prison,

I could escape, you know I might.

This is for the mentally ill,

for those who have lost their will.

I don’t mind the others I do not see at all,

but some day those men in white will have to fall.

I have seen the sickness of all mankind,

my sanity always declinded.

They’re driving me crazy here,

Black Hill Sanitatium.

Come with me my dear,

Lucy my little blossom.

You’re safe with me, let me make that clear.

We’ll leave together from this scum.

If possible, I’ll return to my graveyard,

my mind no longer barred.

“Welcome to my humble tomb”,

I guess you have met your doom.

@famewriter