The day I died

Poem based off of the time I died in a dream. After I was dead, I could see all my loved ones grieving for me and I thought of all my regrets.

Do you remember the day that I died?

No, probably not

Because I am still here, aren’t I?

Yet it haunts me to this day.

 

Everyday that I don’t take a leap

Because I’m afraid of what others think

Every time I hold my feelings back

Because they are beasts,

That once released,

Can’t be put back in their cage

But I’m afraid of the destruction they’ll leave

So I keep them locked up, howling to be free.

 

I died. Peacefully. But I left people behind

A trail of destruction

As their feelings were freed

To roam the streets and grieve

To grieve for me.

They never met mine

I think our beasts would have gotten along

But mine died with me

 

Because I took the easy way out,

Not so easy to hide in pain sight

But easier than the ups and downs

Of allowing our beasts to fight it out.

 

So why is it that I feel so guilty?

I didn’t choose to die

I didn’t ask for them to love me

I thought death would be quiet

But all I can hear is their grief

All I see is what could be

If I had just let my beasts be free.

Reviews

[Writergurl]

such a sad emotional read, you do express yourself well though