My Poems

by Senor Blues

This is a compilation of some of my poems, more to come. I put this here because i didn't know where else to put it. I pray you will click on my name and read some of my other work. Thank you and please R&R

6. Afterlife

Afterlife

A.K.

Some say that death is it.

Or say there's a place you go.

That's all fine and dandy.
But they don't really know.

I know that I was ridin'

In my black Jeep.

I remember all the blood,

And then I went to sleep.

Next thing I know I'm in a box,

A box just 6 by 3.

I gotta tell 'em somehow.

They shouldn't bury me.

My soul's back in my body,

Why'd it choose just now?

I hear the rocks and dirt,

As they hit the lid.

I try to move and try to scream

A scared and frightened kid.

But they walk away,

I can hear the pound

I'm stuck six foot deep.

Deep into the ground.

It's so quiet in the box.

No heart beat to hear.

I guess I'm really dead

But God keeps me here

I can feel myself rotting.

It hurts beyond belief

Along with all the broken bones

The worms and rats have teeth.

Afterlife ha how is it

That this is called a life

Neither dead nor live am I,

I covet the Reaper's scythe

It's been a month or maybe two

Im stuck here in this spot.

I try to pray but damn it all

I can't move this hulk of rot.

It's been a month or more don't know

When will my torment end?

Please God Heaven or Hell

Just let something begin