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Funeral (part 1)

The grey sky hung low and heavy
That cold October day.
Downstairs, the house began to rouse
—I chose to stay away.
 
Well-intentioned warmth and care
Made me boil with rage.
Alone, in pain, I closed the door
And stalked around my cage.
 
Banished from my inner world,
No-one could come close.
I lay alone and shook with fear,
Panicked by his ghost.
 
I’d dreamt of him the night before,
He’d terrorized my sleep.
Those hating eyes, that vicious look
Had stabbed into me deep.
 
The morning hours lay bleak ahead,
Somehow to be endured.
Trapped with my unravelling heart,
My nerves not now inured.
 
But then I ran, and ran and ran
With legs and lungs ablaze.
I ran until all I could feel
Was rain spray on my face.

(2013)

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