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I WENT TO MY OWN FUNERAL
by P.T. BrooksI went to my own funeral
Hopping not to see
Less than what there was to view
But all I saw was me
I stared into the darkness
Praying for some light
Smoke raised from my eyelids
As I focused in my sight
I saw what I never could
Looking back at me
And as I wondered
What I saw
My hands begun to bleed
I through them in the air
Blood dripped upon my head
As I scrammed and urged for life
I woke inside my bed
Paralyzed by thought
I couldnt help but fear
That one day I would die
And I would still be here
04/14/2007 Posted on 04/15/2007
Copyright © 2024 P.T. Brooks
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Wendy Geal on 04/15/14 at 06:15 PM "Paralyzed by thought
I couldnt help but fear
That one day I would die
And I would still be here" I think we've all felt this way.... love this poem. I've often thought about this subject. |
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