More Than Good

One day when I'm dead and gone

Their tears will fall upon their face

While I lay there still and cold

My spirit lingers unseen and distant

Watching them pray and mourn

Themselves dry

They say the common words

That goes right through my heart

Not leaving a trace

Or meaning a thing

Their eyes stare intensely

Penetrating the ground

Where many feet will walk

Above me

I am forgotten

Nowhere in mind

The sun brings tomorrow

Telling Earth to move on

Now and then I'm a good kid

Everyone's a good kid

When they're dead and gone

My mark in your life

Swims away in your mind

Colliding with lightening

And flashes behind your eyes

Memories' last too many days

And convert into dreams

Then become so surreal

They perish

 

Disappear.

 

You're so afraid

To step foot in my room

Afraid I'll flood

Your soul and

Expose all the sorrow

You locked in a safe

In the back of your brain

I'm not even there

Nowhere in view

Still the Earth can't move on

And the rain can't stop pouring

My body's nonexistent

I've turned into dust

Maybe.

I

Was

More

Than

Good.

Author's Note

Although I do like this poem, there's something about it that's not quite right. I'm not sure how to fix it. Anyway, it's about how some people may take death for granted or they don't see how serious death and the things it can do, is. I'm sure a lot of people do take it serious. But I'm also sure that a lot don't until it effects them in a way they can't explain. I haven't had anyone very close to me die but I have been greatly effected by death. Yes I know very strange but...it's true. This poem is also about the devastating sorrow of death.