The Corpse's Denial

Eternity has no sense of humor

As cold as a withered hand in a jar

They said I would do great things

I would prosper and go far

 

There is nothing more to do,

Then to lie here in my bed

Catching passing whispers

Whispers that I am dead

 

I did not perish, don’t you see?

I lie here but asleep!

I do not need your flowers

Or the tears you so kindly weep

 

I will arise and you will see

See that I am still alive

You will think it silly then,

To think that I had died!

 

The task is a simple one

A folly to behoove!

But to my absolute horror

My muscles refused to move!

 

And my lips denied my screams

But my soul, it was wailing

What sort of malady has befallen me?

From what disease was I ailing?

 

Was it true, what they said?

Was I really dead and buried?

And was I now but a ghost

Wandering alone and weary?

　

　

　

　

　

Reviews

[L'Éphoectique]

A quite interesting view on death! One can only wonder what happens in the afterlife, if afterlife there is, and what would happen if there wasn't? This leads me to think, as we cry for our lost, do they cry to be retrieved?
''And my lips denied my screams
But my soul, it was wailing''
Definitely my favorite lines. They carry so much power, and even the mention of 'soul' digs further into the subject of what remains after death. Very well done!

[Faith]

Thank you very much. :)