Woman In Black.

He was always five minutes late

Just so he could avoid the talk

He came out of spite

Maybe just to make sure they were all dying out

He would sit at the back

Just to the right of her

At some point, she would turn to see

The look would be there

At the moment she was attached to the elastic band

That would change when they got outside

Something about her in black

Like that was her role

The woman in black

Piercing inside his head

Their eyes would lock

And hell would burn fiercely

She would find him outside

Always the same question

Why do you come

You know we hate you

Just remember, no one will be at your funeral

You’ll die a lonely man

Her face betrayed her

But her eyes like the fires of hell kept burning.

Reviews

[Escribe]

I like that with such few words you express so much.

[Mirror]

It doesn't matter what people think or feel, how many looks they cast your way or say something nasty. Some may keep quiet and hate all the same,,, that is the reason I wrote about hypocrisy in "Crystal Clear". It is everywhere, you can't run from it.

This poem is strong. It has so many analytical facets that applies to all human attitude especially "black attitude". What I love is that, he attended the funeral. It is far honorable than their heavens. But the honor also depends on what he did to warrant the spite. Nevertheless, the courage to go to where he was hated is admirable. The work touch me. Sympathy, annoyed at the treatment, and yet ponder on what is more about the situation. Paul, well done

[barleygirl]

There have been some nasty funerals in my family, so I wouldn't be surprised if there weren't some that felt this way about ME! *smile* I love this & find it hilarious, becuz your slight level of exaggeration is so well done, as you always do, never over the top, just zinging a rock to skim the harsh truths of life. You never fail to blow my mind! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Paul Bell]

Funerals, Margie, they can be like disco's.
You'll need to write about your worse funeral now.

[Lydia Shutter]

The black sheep of the family....coming to the funerals even though he knows he is hated. Perhaps an ex-husband seeing his ex-wife in black...and still wanting her even though there is much animosity? The venom of the emotion is intense. Lydi**

[DIVYA]

Their eyes would lock
And hell would burn fiercely

There's something much more going on here than you're telling. This is precisely why I hate going to the Church. I never know why people are there. Not even Paul.

[Paul Bell]

Sometimes i ask myself that same question.

[DIVYA]

Nah! You have made it amply clear in the poem why you go to the Church. ;) ;) ;) Now don't you backtrack Paul!!!

[Paul Bell]

Catching up with old friends.