The Funeral

Empty whispers fill the air,
a pat on the shoulder and a lot of sad stares.

The same stupid question "are you okay?",
of course I'm not but I have nothing to say.

I look towards the front to where his ashes rest,
not buried but burned and a hurt feeling in my chest.

I try not to cry but the tears just pour down,
a rainfall of emotions though I never make a sound.

My heart is screaming but my voice is a whisper,
and all around me i can hear gentle whimpers.

The loss of you has torn our families hearts,
and without you here it may tear us apart.

I'll say goodbye to you daddy with more than just dread,
I have to accept the fact that your dead.