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Eyes closed or open?

I have no way to know.

It’s been dark for so long,

am I above or below?


I view faint shadows

which are leering at me.

Are they stuck here forever

merely standing to see?


I’m feeling so trapped

as the wood grazes my nose.

I can’t feel my legs.

My whole body has froze.


Where’s the soft pillow?

Where’s the cushy bed?

Is it all for a show

to honor the dead?


Is it there for survivors

as they glance at the box?

It’s the illusion of comfort

as the coffin closes and locks.


I feel a slight bump

as the pallbearers’ stride.

I’m placed for final rest

but not sure if I died.


I hear the ominous sound

of the dirt as it drops.

It hits the coffin lid

as I try to scream, “STOP!”


Life can’t be over,

as there’s so much to do.

It’s gone in a blink.

How is my life through?


Why is life ended?

Why is it done?

Solving this mystery

is priority one.


Stay groovy…


Copyright Susie Krivacic 2018





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