Death

Why is it when
faced with sadness
I don't embrace it

All around me
there are those
torn by grief
hunched over in sympathy
reflections of the
dark painting before us
and I'm a blank wall
stuck beneath layers of plaster

The paper in my hand
was supposed to guide
me through the dusty alleyways
But I was lost, until i turned the corner
and stepped into the darkened house
to sit and hear
the stories of those no longer with us