The Ceremony Poem by Bianca Free

Songs that our hearts, break,
that always make
my father want to cry.
Songs I use to chide
are being sung
as the sun sets behind the hills
and the ocean tide
swallows the sand.
My ears are reluctant to hear
the sound that fills
every inch of my body.
It makes me shrivel
like a vampire
that's been exposed to day.
That melancholy verse
that's been rehearsed,
it hurts as they place
the bouquet
on top of the casket
in which my love lies.
While they pour their
hearts into handkerchiefs,
you hold mine.
I sigh, the tree sways
back in forth in the wind,
tears threaten to fall.
These tears weigh
so heavily
when you, I start to recall.
It's your laugh I remember
not your sorrow
nor your shame.
And it makes me smile,
it makes me so lame.
The passing of time
I do not feel
even as night clouds appear.
Now mother says
'Let's go dear'
and pulls at my arm
to drag me away,
but I remain
and hold in my breath.
They say new life comes with death,
yet I never felt alive
after I withdrew.