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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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