Regrets of a Dead Man

He lies numb but restive. He is robbed of all physicality. All his days have broken before him. There is no day, no night, no past, and no future. He sees all at a glance. His mind is excruciated with the question, WHY? He speaks but is not heard, touches but cannot be felt. Then he wails from his six-feet deep bed but no one can hear his cry. No one is near enough to show pity. He begs from his dark cloudy world, ‘PLEASE!’ Then silence. Unable to look upwards, lest he will be blinded for eternity From the light above. He left his home in a confused state, Left his family in gilded sins. His son is a gigolo; his daughter a minx; His wife a gossip; his servant a cheat. Now he lies six feet away from correcting it. All he wants is one minute after millions wasted.