Some slick shrink
Coined a term
Loved by the media
Hated by those who grieve
"Does this give you closure?"
They asked breathlessly
Shoving a microphone
In the faces
Of those left behind
In Oklahoma City
After McVeigh went to sleep
They could have asked the same
Of me when my father
Didn't come back from the war
And they handed my mother
A neatly folded flag and a medal
Except I stayed home
Even as a teenager
I knew that "closure" wasn't hiding
In that piece of cloth
I will only find it
When they close the lid on me
This is incredibly beautiful,its simple,but so effective,I recently broke up with my fiance and everyone keeps telling me to let it go.So I'm trying,and I could be like some and indulge myself in drinking or some vice but it won't give me closure,nor will seeing love ones go,I get closer only when I die.
how heartbreaking...I am very gratefull that my father got out of the military early...so very gratefull...now this poem is making me feel like I hould give him a call...