the death poem

a poem about the death of a not so great person.

THE DEATH POEM


The stars above me shine bright,
Yet I hold no cosmical sight.
Imagine my situation,
Unable to alter position,
My death reeks of denial,
And the cause was deemed “ideal”.

If you could only see,
The bugs eating the rotten me,
You would be sick to your stomach,
And considered dumbstruck.

The proper burial was given,
Yet by GOD i was not forgiven,
Forced to stay inside my grave,
I wish I hadn't acted so brave.

If i knew it would be this lonely,
I would not be a phony.