Corpse

Dead again...

Six feet down
Or seven.
Pretty Casket that I can't see.
In the dark
Darkness and the stench
of wet earth
and insects and worms.
What did I do?
I needed more time
Do you remember me?
Oh, God, remember me
I cant remember
what color were your eyes,
your hair?
What was the shape of your face?
What did you look like?
Do you remember
what I look like?
You would not want to see
Not now.

Reviews

[MandarinOranges]

Interesting take on how death is so final. There's no going back, no saying 'I've changed my mind, I want to go back'. Will people remember us after we're gone? Will we have any presence to remember them? Or will we even care if they do or don't? Only one way to find out. One way that when we find the answers, they won't matter anymore. Good write!

[Hidden_identity]

I am speechless! This is very deep. I love it! People never really think of what a corpse thinks about, if they can think that is.

[fallendemonofmercy]

so many people fear dying because when it comes down to it on the walk of death and they are about to turn the corner they have an aha moment - what did you do in your life that defined you and proved your worth to the world or, more importantly those that you loved.
some of these people never figure it out, or are caught in the false pretenses that they did matter for there little and far inbetween contributions to what they loved
other people can except their fate, until they are caught into the winds of a second chance

[Michael X]

wow, seriously depthful and well written, the meaning takes the reader further and further into the delving nature of atmosphere within the overwhelming emotions, pure sorrow and grief, excellent work

[Legion]

Wickedly wicked and all in a panic. Such fear of loss and the unknown. Brilliant. Kudos to you.