This poem started out as a prompt that I was given on Miraquill. The prompt was to take a line from an Emily Dickinson's poem and make it the beginning of a new poem. And this is what I came up with.
I felt a funeral in my brain
Somber people gathered
All in black
So many tears
The TRUTH revealed
People DID Care!!
Shovels of dirt cover me.
It's raining soil on my casket
About the Creator
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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