The Day

I dissected dead bodies/cadavers without even once thinking there could be a possibility of their after-life. Anyway, enjoy this spooky poem. :P

One insolent night
I woke up
to find
a familiar face
hanging
lifeless
from the ceiling
by the neck
bowed down
twisted and wrought
(in disobedience?)
yet,
modestly smiling
and pretending
that
everything is still fine.
And,
I wept within
(for I am not supposed to cry)
to see myself
on the day
I died.




















A question for you: How would you react if you found yourself dead? Scary? No, seriously, tell me... Would you be sad? Would you have regrets? Would you be happy to have lived a complete life? Share your thoughts here.