Funeral Note

Sat, peacefully, pre-occupied,
She recalls the trials,
That she had to endure,
To get her here.

Abuse from those,
Claiming to love her,
Those who she should not fear,
But for her she did.

She survives the torment of growing up,
Hit puberty and was preplexed,
All her knowledge comes,
From the local libary.

Married, abused, lonely,
Her husband took her for advantage,
More than raised his hand,
Several times.

Now we are gathered,
Not to mourn her,
Of her history,
But to say farewell.

Love, would have saved her,
Care, never arrived,
Affection, was absent in her life,
Kindness lied.

© 2006-2016

Categorised as life, Poems

By Bryan Deakin

Hello and welcome to my site, my name is Bryan Deakin, 35yr old from Scotland. A Dyspraxic, Poet, Blogger and Community Activist, I studieda BSc(Hons) Sustainable Development, at the University of Highlands and Islands. Lover of all things Greek and Finnish, and a keen and active member of Falkirk SNP. Prior I was Vice President of Simple Machines, and Project Manager at Simple Machines Forum (SMF).

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