After

Sometimes things are better when they're gone.

The love and the hate and the lies,

I am beyond those effects by now -

My life is progressing quite slowly,

but I'm in the lead somehow -

The others, they chase me diligent

on a steady path behind,

but gone are the things that hurt ...

I've wrapped and put them

in a box -

The others whisper their words,

but what can they say of my coldness

as they talk behind my back?

I am silent to their praise or pity,

my journey sincerely on track,

and some, they stand in silence,

others, the tears may abound,

but today I proclaim

the last word

as they lay me deep

in the ground -

Reviews

[Woody]

very nicely penned. I never saw the end coming. I like this poem a lot.