Poetry

His Funeral – A poem

He brought me to life, I carried him to his pyre.


No laurels, no pride, I could just manage some fire.


My whole world wobbled, my prayers reeked betrayal,


The love we couldn’t share, fell from my cheeks at his funeral.

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