8 DAYS AFTER LIFE

This morning met me lonely,
My bath was nice and lovely,
I wished I moved an ankle,
Life, please let me see my mummy.

Night and day will come again,
I swell and float this wooden box ,
I smell, you smile, what evening sore,
You think "oh death", for me it's evening come.

A third and still alone,have my friends gone to Rome,
I wait two days no you,
Won't you risk a stroll

A sixth and then the seventh,
I can't feel my bones,
Six feet beneath your foot, a place I now call home,
Please keep my dinning seat, serve me bread and corn,
Keep the lights aglow,
Ah, I can't even go.


Tomorrow coming soon,
See me burst in piece,
You've wiped your tears already,
You think I will rest in peace,
Please let's cry for you my friend,
Who knows your afternoon,
A crash,
Two coughs,
Three strikes and you are here with me...

Touching.

Nice one.. I particularly like the fact that the poem was not predictable.. I thought you would write from the angle of one who lost someone, but u didn't.
You wrote from the angle of a dead person, making us feel the loneliness that comes with death.