My face was a stone
That shed pure silver tears
Of sorrow, and my eyes
Were dull diamonds, not a sparkle,
Not a shimmer within them.
I stood and stared silently,
Watching the flowers slowly
Wilt before my eyes, and I felt
As lonely as a solitary snowflake on a fall day.
The tears felt like molten lava, as they
Made their way down my face,
Searing whatever they touched.
My heart swelled with emotion as I
Watched in disbelief. My grandfather's casket
Was slowly lowered into the cold, unforgiving earth,
And I turned away, my face of stone
Bearing no expression, and walked out
On that painful nightmare that was real.. |
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