I Am Deceased

A poem that I wrote in college that I've always wanted an opinion on

I AM DECEASED

 

You were born with no knowledge

Now religiously you sit and read

Boxes, labels, those are what you prefer

Not today, though

Today, you are reviewing your manuscript inheritance

Worn down by the tolls of time, now yours, it was once mine

Let this be a testament, a proof

I am deceased

 

 

Death is the hand that rocks the cradle

For being born is to die later

There is no design, just luck and timing

And the very first breath that we draw into our lungs

Can you see it my friends?

The face of death?

Look beyond the moon, beyond the blood

Beyond the midnight grazes and the cigarette breaks

I could see it then and I see it no longer

Let this be a testament, a proof

I am deceased

 

 

Nervous, you prepared the ceremony

Worrying that I would not be pleased

But I was pleased

For in the casket at the front of the church

I felt loved, and honored, and cared for

The lovers mourned me, the children blessed me

The Father's laid me, and you were there

Carrying a face so long and black that even the largest pines were bending

You held and kissed our kids for me, and moments lost were found

The skies became of crystal, the grass of ice

You said 'In time' and not 'Goodbye,'

And you thought it was the wind that brushed your naked shoulder

Reviews

[Renée]

I am not a professional in giving critics .. I am sure those will be coming soon though ..I found it not to be as sad.. as one would think this sort of subject would be..and I like that..you wrote as a very loving gentle kind of a journey.. I love the last sentence " and you thought it was the wind that brushed your naked shoulder"

[closed..acct]

Wow such depth in this write, such an emotional read.
I really enjoyed this write.

[Anamaria]

I also really liked the last line. It set in more of a melancholy and wistful tone instead of what you would normally think about poems like this. I like the different take on death, and I love how it flows together and the repetitive line of the title.