Aftermath of Death

Turning off the lights

I have grown silent

 

In the darkness

I remember everything

 

I’ve locked the doors and windows

of my mind and heart

 

Nothing should be getting in

yet icy fingers creep into me

 

I tell myself it’s only a flicker of light

from a solitary light post on the street

 

Peeking in through the curtains

I adjust them

 

Again growing accustomed to darkness

I reflect on the day's events

 

I slip into bed, the sheets cold and crisp

I wonder will I ever feel warm again

 

I lie quiet and still, my mind in a whirl

images and sound bits running through it

 

Exhausted, I fall into sleep

only to dream of last breaths

 

Open coffins, limbs taken by rigour

upturned earth, black stretch cars

 

I wake with the knowledge

in the final moments, we are all cowards

 

In the end, death forces us inward

all I recall is that the remains seemed so small

Reviews

[Talkless]

This is beautiful,a lovely piece of art

[Pryde Foltz]

Very poe-esque. Well done.

[Aaron the Baron]

dark and deep, and I absolutely LOVE the last line.