Logan Dean Emmert - A Hundred Fifty Funerals of Men I Never Knew

Here I am
Outside the door
Watching friends and family mill about the floor
What to say?
Where to stand?
How do I begin to mourn for this illusion of a man?
Here I sit
Breathe it in
Headless voices quell the emptiness within
It's been the same
For all mankind
Still they talk of paper houses and the children left behind
When my time has come
When I'm in the ground
Will anyone who loved me come around?
When we all move on
To whatever's next
Who'll be left to tell the stories of our lives and of our deaths?
So it ends
How it began
Just a whisper of a cold forgotten hand
It's just the same
Nothing to fear
I was there before I ever was here
A week goes by
And then a year
Nameless faces shed a solitary tear
And it's all gone
Without a trace
No one notices the footprints that we tried not to erase
When my time has come
When I'm in the ground
Will anyone who loved me come around?
When we all move on
To whatever's next
Who'll be left to tell the stories of our lives and of our deaths?
Is my life slipping by?
Is it pointless to try?
Am I wasting my time?
Are you wasting your life?
These and more are the questions haunting me
Turning 22 in 2023
When we all move on
To whatever's next
Who'll be left to tell the stories of our lives and of our deaths?
But we can't control
What we leave behind
So you might as well just have the best damn time
Cause you know someday soon
It could be tonight
It may all come crashing down and lead you straight into the light
Yeah, it'll all come crashing down
But we ain't giving up the fight
Here I am
I'm in the box
Unaware of what's beyond this paradox
Is someone waiting?
Is someone there?
I guess I wish I knew if someone really cared

Written by:
Logan Emmert

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