From the casket

Sometimes I picture myself dead
Lost and laid in a closed casket
All my brothers and friends petrified
Reminiscing on things I had done and said
My worried parents not wanting to believe their eyes
Lost somewhere in memories of my childhood days
All my friends unaware of what to believe
Praying for miracle that would reverse everything
Everyone staring not wanting to say goodbye
Everyone feeling the loss but not wanting to cry
Beautiful young ladies overwhelmed by the reality
Trying to look good on out but dying inside
Everyone hoping I said a prayer before I shed this life
While the priest is busy with no pain in his eyes
But as you curse what brings death
I will listen from the dead
Having the answers to your questions
But devoid of a voice

But that is just fiction though it tickles your nerves
Pray for me now because some day I will pass


Do not be afraid josphat is still with you.


I am happy of how I have lived my life
If I had to re-live my life again how else would I?