Requiescat In Pace Poem by Doris Cornago

Now I laid these flowers
On your yawning grave
Surrounded by vultures
Waiting to pick your soft
Parts which I wanted for
My atonement, my peace

Sadness oozes like liquid
From every pore of my skin
And I'm not done with my
Prayers for a restless soul
Petrified by longing, hence
Irreconcilable, what's the goal?

Vitriolic anger can't hurt me
Nor you, what's the sense
In making you feel the blame?
All the onlookers had their fill
Don't even know you from afar
Let them talk, social media flak