If I Do Not Rise In the Next Morning

Lying awake on bed and thinking 
Mouth shut, eyes closed 
Within minutes I am going to fall into sleep 
All these are all right but if I do not rise up in the morning 
And thousands of years later find me the aliens 
Or the people of other civilisation, dead 
Nothing is weird in this 
Nor is this very surprising 
No grief, no pain either 
But I would have gone with a huge regret 
As I could not tell anyone of them how I died 
They would have been enormously confused 
And would thrash their heads against a wall 
Just to know the way how I 
Or actually what caused me to die 
Is it the fire or is it the ice?
Or was it the terrifying tremble or the fearful sink hole?
 Was it a sudden crumble or an unnatural sound?
It could be anything or nothing at all 
After all, death is a death 
But, if I do not rise up in the next morning 
Then you know for sure 
That I had gone with a huge regret 
As I could not tell anyone alive in this world how I was died.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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