Role Reversal

A cut on your skin, yet someone else is bruised Role Reversal, you're in someone else's shoes

Eggs Benedict

Prepared by the wife

Just a simple man

Living a nine to five life

Today the sky is red 

Job to transport the dead

An incident took place three days ago

A girl too young was raped and killed

Gang banging neighborhood

Drugs sex violence, kids up to no good

Area Code demands respect 

kill conquer protect

Blonde hair against the violet felt

Soft eyes reflecting the skyline

Laid in the back of a hearse

Loved ones slowly dispersed 

Set out on a final journey in this world

Me her tour guide taking her to destination dirt

Suddenly I see shining lights

Visions of the wife and children flash before eyes

Walking through the light

Solace over my soul 

A field of sunflowers at my gaze

Haze in the distance still stands glimpse of a girl

Reaching out for my hand, firmly grasping it tight

No longer the feeling of a siberian winter's night

Failing to understand, lifesless touch so tepid

Now guided through heavens door

Panic, breaking hold, Shudder in fear

No, please God, NO!

Eyes awaken in a coffin

Grave Keeper seeking redemption

Commit the sin, repent within

Struggle to bury a past

Scorching heat boils troubled skin

Falling besides me, breath wearing thin

Her name tattooed 

Over his right eye 

Gang member, once a Crip

Forever a Crip till you die

Weight of a lifeless body

Encompasses mine completely 

Dead weight, I suffocate, eyes shut again

Shovel held tight, I elevate Grave Keeper I am

Digging through the mud

Trying to save a soul

Every single strike of shovel against earth

Sinks said soul into an eternal hole

Hell awaits this sinner patiently 

Screams grow louder frantically 

Furnace of flames welcomes body 

Crimes recruit devils new comrade  

Innocent child decends from celestial path

Heavenly smile peaceful aura

Hushes mouth before hint of sound

"Go back, live life, Funeral Director you've done well" 

I awake from deep sleep

Nightmare level now I can complete

Playstation controller in my hand

Role Reversal

(deep breaths)

I figured out how to beat the game

Author's Note

Have you ever played a game that was so hard you played it all night only to fall asleep and dream about it finishing it? :) .

Reviews

[unshakenScene]

this is good

[Bluefire]

Whoah!! Though I got temporarily destracted by my cat acting out, I thought this poem was mind-blowing!
You think the protagonist is really going to die then... BAM!
It's not real.
Great write! ^^

[Kajal Gulabani]

Lol.. Nice , creative , descriptive and twisted well.. Cheers

[Zizzy Douglas]

how vry funy!..

[Kate Howell]

This made me giggle so much, was really into it and then you mentioned play station and I was like *sigh* my husband would like this, I did enjoy this and it's amazing you could do that and it's a great story through poetry, love it!

[KeeD]

Haha it's not just gaming related though, Have you ever watched a movie that played on your mind so much that when you went to sleep you dreamt about different outcomes and a different ending by morning? :)

[Kate Howell]

Yes, that happens quite a lot with my imagination :) I liked it though, pretty unique because I've not seen nothing like it.

[Carly]

You are a master at telling stories through poetry. This was awesome.

I'm not a gamer... but I occasionally play the sims (nerd, I know) and whenever I do, I always dream that I am a sim. So yes, I know what you mean.

I do think the the poem could stand alone without the gaming aspect, but I like it nonetheless.

[KeeD]

Thank you :) I love your story telling abilities too :)
Haha it's not just gaming related though, Have you ever watched a movie that played on your mind so much that when you went to sleep you dreamt about different outcomes and a different ending by morning? :)
And i've recently been so bored I started playing Sim City Social on Facebook haha.

[KAOlmsted]

Oh seriously? This is about a video game? *laugh* I can honestly say I would not have known that had you not mentioned it. I don't play video games (I know, how weird am I, right?) ;-) I like the premise of this piece, that sort of altruistic vow so many people make when a life too young has been taken by violence..."it should have been me!"...I wonder how many people would actually make that vow if it was at all possible to reverse the roles. Intense write, Kee. Very good.

[KeeD]

Haha well it's about dreaming of something you can't get your mind of and coming out with your own outcome to it in the morning :) I thought reversing the roles would be quiet a fun thing to play with. Thank you so much

[KAOlmsted]

Ah XD Okay...jeez, it must be Monday *laugh* My pleasure, Kee...I really liked it a lot.

[SydneyLK]

I never played a game quite that intense but I enjoyed how intense this poem was. Great work!
I look forward to reading more of your stuff.

[KeeD]

Thank you :) I look forward to reading your work as well to repay the kindness. Have you seen a movie that intense :) that you came up with a different ending for it the morning after?

[SydneyLK]

I have. Irreversible was one such film. I wouldn't recommend to anyone, because of how graphic it was, and the traumatizing nature of it, but man it was intense, and definitely invaded my dreams.

[KeeD]

Roger Ebert called it "a movie so violent and cruel that most people will find it unwatchable." Can't wait to see it ;) Thanks.

[SydneyLK]

You're welcome, I will warn you though, it really took me by surprise. I am not a squeamish person and I've seen a lot, but this movie completely destroyed my mind. =P lol

[rnuff]

WOW simply amazing! I never really play games so I don't know.
Love the write tho' amazing!

[Elizabeth Porterfield]

No, I have not, but thats really damn good!!!!!!!!! I like the story telling escense you give it and of course I love the fact that it's a dream. Not many people have the courage to write about dreams, or maybe they just don't feel it's a very important subject. I, on the other hand, am fascinated with dreams. Anyway, good work:)

[KeeD]

Thank you :) I like that you say story telling essence because that's how I view poetry the ability to tell a story through artistic word play

[Elizabeth Porterfield]

Me too:) Thats what I love so much about poetry:)