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My Life, a Melting Ice Cream

I woke up one day to find out I was dead.

I hadn’t made a name, no footprints left;
They only remembered as a forgotten man,
It was like I wasn’t ever there, here,
By the way I lived you’d think that was the plan.

I woke up once and life had melted away.

I’m standing above myself,
A halo over my once miserable head,
What a sight I am, uncaring, unfeeling,
And people wondering if I’m really dead.

I woke up one day to a loud silence.

I woke up to a call I could hear,
I woke up to deafening silence,
The end wasn’t near, the end was here,
There I lay, dead in every sense.

I woke up one day and I just wasn’t there.

Pompously righteous priests nonchalantly muttered prayers
As strangers planted me in the garden dead,
They planted me in a garden of shadows and gloom,
6 feet in the ground in a box without much room.

I went to bed a 7pm and died at 9.

I knocked at the pearly gates,
The reply was simple,
"No admittance after 8",
So silently, I wait,
Morning is only an eternity away.

I woke up one day to find out I was dead.

My life flashed fast before me,
Life rewinds in a disconcerting way,
Suddenly I see myself as a child again,
I’m standing in the mid day sun,
Twin tears running down my cheeks,
A cone of Ice Cream melting in hands.

*****July 27, 2008*****
 
RIP Rex

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