A few feet under....

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    A few feet under....

    So happy I am now, with glory all around,
    Hope for the future, desire for money and to be where I always wanted to be,
    But Oh! What just happened? Did I just have an accident!
    And as I lay here on the stretcher I think, this is nothing I will be up and running.

    But now what I see, two death angels on top of me,
    No! No! I cry, this is not where I should be,
    Oh please look away, tell me you are not here for me!
    I wish I could scream, go away it’s not yet time for me!

    With my eyes falling numb, my hands turning cold,
    And Oh the pain is unbearable I can explain no more,
    My feet are cramping with my body just tarnishing,
    And so helpless I feel, with no energy to move my hands or feet.

    And then I hear people scream and cry,
    Oh what just happened? Did I just die?
    Please don’t close my eyes,
    I need to say good-bye!

    Here I am now, at the home that I grew in,
    Two ladies bathing me but I am not familiar with,
    All wrapped up I am now in a white sheet,
    And now they are carrying me somewhere I never thought I would be.

    Where I enter now, I should have been before,
    People offering prayer now for me,
    I think this will just spare me,
    I wish I had spent some time here when my parents advised me.

    I am now lifted up in the air, with four men, one on each side,
    Please walk slow I don’t want to be there,
    Oh what is this place, so dusty and sandy,
    And few men digging a hole, Is this where they will put me?

    I lay here a few feet under the world completely shut for me,
    They did not even think about keeping me until wee,
    I bang on the sides, and scream but no one to listen me,
    It was never the case before and I was so full of energy.

    My grave starts to shrink now, with ribs twisting apart,
    Oh it’s hurting I shout and cry aloud,
    Take me out from here I want to breathe,
    Oh mom you were always helping me, look what just happened to me.

    I thought the world would end without me,
    But oh what do I see,
    People did not even cry a few days for me!
    I wish I had known before so that hell was not for me.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    Nousheen’s Poems (23)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    No ending 3
    Gasping for air 0
    Death Will 1
    Self-pity. 0
    My fate! 0
    How much you love me! 1
    Dreams 0
    A few feet under.... 0
    Silence speaks... 1
    Selfish Beings! 1
    Regret! 0
    Whispers in the darkness. 1
    The Trail. 1
    Setting dreams on fire. 0
    Best friends! 0
    Pain! 2
    Silent Prayers 1
    Death just seconds away.... 0
    You remember.... 0
    Fragile Dreams... 1
    Killing réalité! 1
    Will I ever get there? 1
    Ashes of Hope 1