I stand there,
Watching these people blur past me,
Some are crying,
Some are as expressionless as a statue,
I don’t know what I’m feeling.
The emotions are unidentifiable,
I knew the one,
The one they are burning,
They place the body inside,
They close the doors and wait,
Many cried.
Daughters, wives, sons, and husbands.
They all knew the body,
Or they knew the family,
I’m family.
I knew the body,
The body was apart of my childhood,
I guess I should be crying.
I don’t know.
She’s hugging him and he’s hugging her,
People are screaming,
Some sob loudly,
Some come to me,
Their tears burn my skin.
Its the guilt,
The guilt that I’m not the family they deserve.
I crouch down by the stray dog,
“You know? The next time I’ll be here, no one will recognise me. I won’t be the little one they remember. And that’s the saddest thing of all, a stranger to my own blood.”
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 11:35 PM UTC
I stand there,
Watching these people blur past me,
Some are crying,
Some are as expressionless as a statue,
I don’t know what I’m feeling.
The emotions are unidentifiable,
I knew the one,
The one they are burning,
They place the body inside,
They close the doors and wait,
Many cried.
Daughters, wives, sons, and husbands.
They all knew the body,
Or they knew the family,
I’m family.
I knew the body,
The body was apart of my childhood,
I guess I should be crying.
I don’t know.
She’s hugging him and he’s hugging her,
People are screaming,
Some sob loudly,
Some come to me,
Their tears burn my skin.
Its the guilt,
The guilt that I’m not the family they deserve.
I crouch down by the stray dog,
“You know? The next time I’ll be here, no one will recognise me. I won’t be the little one they remember. And that’s the saddest thing of all, a stranger to my own blood.”
