Poem # 16

The Funeral

Alas, life. Speechless I am.
A Crystal ball. A magical wand.
What I mean. What I need.
What they expect, you to portray.
Smoke signal, on a foggy day.
Still Cynical, it's only survival.
Lead me astray.
life oh once in a while...
Offer me a chance,
to betray myself.
Not to comprehend. Not to bother.
Not to care. Not to obey.
I've made a clear discovery:
Life is worthwhile.
So don't leave me here,
to merely decay and remain.

Ella Evans© 2008

This poem is dedicated to my very dear friend Emmie
Feeling blue, alright, me too.