Death

"A pale white face 

And deep set eyes

Your lips glued shut 

And hands by your thighs.

Your expression is painted 

Like a Victorian doll

Red lips, flushed cheeks

No expression at all.

You're dressed delicately

With flowers in your hair 

Your features absent of pain 

Sorrow and despair

The smell of rose lingers 

Mixed with decay

How beautiful you look

Now your life's slipped away."

Anonymous.

This poem is the poem I found when my best friends mom died

And I went to look in the casket, praying for it to be empty.

But it wasn't.

I sat in the corner and cried.

That part was worse than the service.