There is no fun in funeral

Family sits around the fire,

faces covered in pain.

I look up at the sky,

to see acid rain.

It's taking her down,

angel crown being stolen,


There is no fun in funeral.


I blink back a diamond,

before it falls.

Old pictures cover,

cover my house halls.

I'll miss her forever,

but I'll never again see her,


There is no fun in funeral.


I lock myself up,

hide inside.

My hearts at an amusement park,

on a rollar coaster ride.

It's not with me,

at least,

not what I can see.

There is no fun in funeral.

This poem is about: 
My family


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