Transition for M'Lady Jane Doe

narrative verse in rhyming quatrains

 

 

Transition

 

Alone, afraid in sore distress

I know not where I am or why.

 My recent memories suppressed

I can’t remember though I try

 

I can’t be seen apparently

invisible to passers by.

They pause but momentarily.

I rack my brains and wonder why.

 

The very last thing I recall

 is waiting for an omnibus.

Then all is blank nothing at all.

I find it very curious.

 

The streets are unfamiliar

I don’t think I’ve been here before.

I should have gone by motorcar.

 I’m not sure what I’m looking for.

 

I wander slowly, aimlessly

With no idea what I should do

it is a total mystery

to which I have no slightest clue.

 

Why is it no one can see me?

 or hear a single word I say.

It is as if I’d ceased to be.

 I feel an urge I must obey.

 

I’m suddenly transported to

 the last place that I can recall.

I have no choice but to review

 my aging body slip and fall.

 

A victim of a heart attack.

Dead before I hit the ground.

The memories come flooding back.

I know I have my answer found.

 

I realise that I am dead

 that’s why nobody can see me

 nor hear a single word I’ve said.

I don’t exist substantially.

 

Though I have changed I am still me

in spirit form adapted to

a different reality

 from that my worn out body knew.

 

13-Apr-08

 

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