I look upon the sky, after the funeral, just gray
the birds sing, but I simply hear the hum of white noise
laughing children cannot bring a smile
a lead balloon cannot float

Pins and needles, pain and then again, none
tears cried and dried, there are no more
feelings faltered, until just fade to black
emotions spent like last weeks check

Alone, but there is no sensation
I remain but I am just a shell
an empty cardboard box of my former self
heart is burning, yet I feel nothing


two combined poems from a group writing