The Progression of Agony

When eyes are closed
and the folding of the hands
When flowers are placed
and the silence before the tears
When the last of the procession
have said their final goodbyes
And the last tear permeates the soil
The doleful still stands there
Alone as he begins to empty his soul
Waiting for the wailing to come

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