Bryan Deakin

Scottish Poet / Blogger / Community Activist

Dead

I hear a scream coming from the Grave,
Person buried in 1879.
I hear a scream coming from the Grave,
and realize that it couldn’t of been.

I look for monsters under the bed,
My son is scared and I must look,
I look for monsters under the bed,
Their he is, dead.

I hear a voice from the kitchen,
Open the door and creep,
I hear a voice from the kitchen
and realize the person that speaking is dead.

I walk into my flat after a long day at work,
my girlfriend is their cradling our baby,
I walk into my flat after a long day at work,
and realize that both are dead and were buried 2 months before.

I lay with my love,
She turns and stares,
She asks me why I am breathing heavy
I told her I wasn’t, she is dead!

I felt the heart attack take my life,
I awoke to the sound of my funeral,
I could see all my friends gathered,
But my body would not move.

I looked into the mirror to see my reflection,
I stare and watch it blink,
I shake my head and look into the mirror,
and I realise my soul is dead.

© 2013-2016

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