Death Dream
When you die in a dream it goes something like this:
Life goes "right"
Your wife holds up the baby, says:
"Look there, Daddy loves you"
You cringe but know it's true
Then, you grow old
They lead you around by the arm
Place you alone at a table
You came here once--when you were able
You grow older quickly, and have dreams
"That's not who I am!" you say to yourself
Swipe, kick. Get that ugly wrinkled mask off my face!
It comes off--ghastly worms behind it
You've spawned, grown old, died
Falling away from the empty shell, arms flail
Shaking off disgusting dregs of rotten flesh
Too long inhabited
You are now descending
"Hey!
Shouldn't
I be
Ascending . . . ?"
Copyright © Dalton Moss | Year Posted 2020
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