Feeling of.

I watched them get ready
Putting on clothes of black and gray
Still tears at the corner of their eyes
A joining of people, united in sorrow
Slow marching progression, heads bowed
White tissue, a contrast brought out
Final words for the departed
The coffin's gradual journey
Into the newly brought up earth
After they buried her I felt no sadness
I was alone, for I didn't grieve
When the swirling crying masses
Past me, I was still and unmoving
They seemed to be gray blurs
Disappearing and reappearing
They took no notice of me
Caught up in their trauma
Sobbing and weeping
Eyes wide, tears falling, dry gasps
I didn't mind, they were all the same
So why should I take notice of them?
But I was curious who was the dead
So passing them, I walked
Trailing above the ground, toes sliding
A man preached, words of consolation
But still they released their agony
Upon the world, and the earth
It seemed to mourn too
The skies were gray, rains falling
Going through the earth was easy
And dim surprise registered
But I waved the emotions away, continued
The wood was oak and I felt strange
I was wrapped in a cloak, feelings
Were hard to come, if ever
I looked at the face of the dead
And to my horror, the face was my own
I was finally feeling...