One Morning

one morning I found myself dead in bed, although I tried to wake him up he didn’t open his eyes I banged him on his chest shook him hard yelled in his ears slapped his pale cheeks but he didn’t open his eyes as time goes by I became uneasier for I lost the way and didn’t know what to do, I screamed for help but it didn’t do any good the only thing I could do was to cry, I wept, and when a drop of tear wet his cheek he opened the eyes but these eyes were without a present or future, the eyes full of the detestable past