Poetry.....Beginning To End

That's Just Fantastic; I'm Dead

I knew I was lying to myself.

I was not alive.

Being dead is actually fun.

A cool rush of wind when I walk.

Chilling people as I pass by

My spirit roaming the world at will.

It had felt like I was drowning.

A force greater than me

Was pulling me under

Then it was over

And the weightlessness began.

I knew that I had the world to myself

Until I was ready to cross over

And The fact is

I was not ready.

This was my eternal chance to do good

For those I had wronged.

And just a hint of revenge for those who had wronged me.

This was my happily ever after

But it was also my personal hell.

The unending hunger

Then not being able to eat.

The people right there with me

But not being able to talk to them.

All minor setbacks.

I would find a way.