Thoughts
I lie dead in coffin
With a bit of smell
Doors opening for hell
And silence, like trapped deep inside a well
How ironic is it to see
Everything just vanish in front of your eyes
No happy beats , just weeps and sighs
No sad truth ,just happy lies
I lie there waiting to fell asleep
But the time passes very slow, tick tick tick
In the darkness , enveloped by peace
Death had given me what life could never give
Light seeps from the wood
Like a sword through a shield
Making its way to reach the depths
To free me from hell’s reach
But is it truth or is it a lie?
Like most of the time I spent when I was alive
Putting a fake smile to hide the pain
But alas at last when death comes, all these efforts goes in vain.
Who am i?
Just a rotting body hid in the dirt
A couple of memories that will fade away
A few familiar faces who will sway away
But who am i?
Am I not just another grave in a graveyard?
Am I not just another name on a funeral card?
It was hard to live.. and so now is death.. its hard…
I remember when I was a child
When in in a dark room I used to cry
Cause I thought there was someone hiding behind the door
Someone just beneath my floor
I used to close my eyes
Just weeping, crying
In the darkness I swear I could see
A pair of eyes behind the curtain
As I grew up I became the shadow
I became the one of whom I was afraid the most
I became an unseen face in the crowd
I became a ghost
All the years I have spent living
What did I do?
I was nothing but a cloud guided by the wind
A mastless ship, a traveller with no destination to be
I lie in a coffin
With thoughts fuelling me
I am now in a dilemma..
Am I truly dead ?
Or had I never actually lived??
Copyright © Aditya Singh | Year Posted 2022
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