Beneath these Mask
He passed
On the expressway
In the mid afternoon
Of a busy midweek
Traffic was flowing
Like it normally would
Life was happening
Like it usually does
Wonder where it all went wrong
I saw a mother wail
Over her son's sleeping body,
peacefully
Adorned with flowers, garlands of many
I saw a father, comforting his son
With a banner of his favourite band
He loved playing the bagpipes
Guess he's taking it with him
I saw a brother,
planting an archer bow by his side
Reminding him to continue his passion
Beyond the light and stars above
I saw a sister weeping through her heart
As she placed her hands over his forehead
Despite the scars and bruises
I saw an uncle, standing by the coffin
In silence, trying to stay strong
Merely pulling it together
I saw an aunt, clasping her hands as one
praying to the Gods above with her tears
I saw a best friend,
Whose spirits were broken
Yet led the funeral with only hope
Hoping he's in a better place now
Hoping they'd find peace amidst this darkness
Hoping he'd visit him in his dreams
Telling stories with a cup a chai
Like they usually do
Beneath these masks
Just hoping
In loving memory of an amazing friend
Gur Sevak
By Jessica John Posko
Instagram: @poetrychips
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