The Mortician's Eyes

The Mortician’s Eyes

 

I woke up staring into mortician’s eyes

Surrounded by those who’d lost their lives

Engulfed by their soul’s anguished cries

Wondering what lead to their demise

As I ponder on every severed tie

 

The master plans that were meant to be

Eternity calculated as far as I could see

The visions that remained visions…and the dreams that remained dreams

Every wicked word that I didn’t mean

Realizing first hand that time is much shorter than it seems

 

I step outside my body to recap

Reflecting upon empty time elapsed

Mistakes uncorrected….the unfortunate mishaps

Never to have the satisfaction of bringing those gaps

 

Anguish rips like thunder through the low valley of my soul

As I stare at this young body once mine that will never see old

Accusing eyes stare back at me with stories that were meant to be told

Regretting that I hid each talent, each gift….If only I had been more bold

 

Those mortician’s eyes stare back at me disdainfully

with not one ounce of remorse of sympathy

I look back into them fearfully

As I beg the mortician relentlessly

If only I could go back and be what I was meant to be….

 

I woke up staring into mortician’s eyes…..

Lisa Crump-2011

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

I know i'm commenting on these the wrong way round, but i read both first. Superb writes. Think i'll be dreaming of eyes tonight :)