Silent-Scream
It is asked what happens after death,
what is your fate after final breath?
I am cursed as one who knows,
for I am now settled in repose.
Although my life is no longer there,
I still remain horribly aware.
My body's functions are in past tenses,
but I still retain all my senses.
I was brought low by my lover’s toxin,
and was not helped by failed digoxin.
I knew I was well past my prime,
when the doctor announced the time.
Later, my mind was overcome with a chill,
as the mortician brought out his drill.
As much as I desired it to be a dream,
the blade brought forth my silent scream.
Then I was the star at my own wake,
and my lover’s fake tears were hard to take.
Oh, how I raged that it was not she,
who laid there instead of me.
Today I reside in my plot,
where I remain while I rot.
Now one of my greatest fears,
is that I’ll remain beyond the years.
Copyright © Michael Maccallum | Year Posted 2016
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