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Staring Contest

I look at him,
He looks at me.
Our glares bore into each other’s eyes,
His are blue,
A halo of gray around the pupil.
Just like mine.

I blink once,
Now twice.
He did the same.
We have both lost,
Our blinks timed together.
We pause briefly, then the war carries on.

I scrunch my face in disgust,
And he returns with scrutiny.
His eyes hide a deep secret.
I want to tear it out of him.
But I relent, my lids having grown heavy,
And I look away from the mirror.


Final Farewell

They arrive in droves
And gather upon the grass,
Young and old, men and women
With clothes blacker than starless night.
Heads bowed, listening to silence,
They sway slightly as though blown by the wind,
And look down, eyes focused on the
Coffin.
How did it happen? - Suicide. - No, murder.
Their murmurs rise as time crawls by,
But the mournful air does not subside.
Family, and friends, all have come
Together to see off that man now lying
Dead
In wood; oak it would seem.
Flowers fall upon the bed,
A blanket of roses, lilacs and lilies.
The visitors continue to pray, to mourn, though some
Cannot bear to see longer,
And turn away, or into shoulders
As water slides down their rose-red cheeks.
Silence settles over them again.
The flowers stop falling,
The sobbing silences,
But the mourning goes on,
As they bid their friend
His final farewell.

Your first poem is kind of funny and random. Your second is defantly thought out more. Your final is chilling and sad. I like them.

Durf.

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