A Sense of Rejection

Stark reality hit the room.
The hymns, I yearned for them.
They sang to my poisoned soul,
They tore me from my grieving thoughts.

Rejoicing over a loved one's life,
I felt as if
I had swapped one family for another.

Fond memories were spilt from the pulpit.
They did not include me,
And for that I will never forgive myself
For being so selfish,
Or my failure to earn a nickname.

A poem by Tomas Bird
17-05-2009