Would you cry at a funeral for someone you didn’t know
Is it enough for you to feel the weight of the room on your shoulders
Could you bear to stand the sight of deaths ugly hand reaching from the casket
Does it scare you less knowing the face is unfamiliar to you
Everyone has something to say tonight
But most of them won’t be able to pass the roadblocks that have been constructed in their throats
Funeral homes have always made me uneasy
I don’t understand why they try to make them feel welcoming
It’s nothing but a waste of time
Everyone who walks in is just wondering when they’ll return again and where they’ll be sitting
I know I’m selfish but I can’t help but think that when my time comes
Who would I expect to stand up and speak in my memory
Would I even be worth the time or will I simply be planted and forgotten
Maybe this feels more familiar than I thought
I won’t hold my breath thinking I’m getting close to home
They say you wouldn’t recognize yourself outside of a mirror
But I’m still confused as to why I keep hearing my name
~W.C.