Waking up

With quite a scare

I saw a lady

Standing there

.

By my door

All dressed in black

She said to me

I can’t go back

.

Confused and scared

I turned around

To find my body

Untouched, unfound.

.

I asked the woman

‘What’s going on?’

She simply said

'Your heart beats gone.'

.

‘What? How? Why?’

I spluttered in fear.

She said that I’d

Been ill all year.

.

Finding this harder

To believe

I calmly told her

‘I cannot leave.’

.

She bowed her head

Her reaction bleak

‘If you want last words-

You have a week.’

.

Tucked up in bed

All alone

They found their daughter

Cold as stone

.

And as I watched,

Death in their eyes.

I watched them gasp

And scream and cry.

.

Watched my friends

Glance at my seat

With tears drops falling

Secret, discreet.

.

Watched my teacher

Mark the books

But stop at mine

Unable to look.

.

Watched their faces.

They heard the news

And took their seats

On churches pews.

.

Watched my coffin

Slowly appear

And heard the vicar

Loud and clear.

.

Saw their faces

Heard their prayers

Felt the guilt,

Saw who cares.

.

But I couldn’t be heard

Couldn’t be seen

For I was dead

At the age of fourteen

.

Then someone looked over

And smiled at me

How could that happen?

How could that be?

.

I walked over

His face unknown

He lead me outside

To a gravestone.

.

I told him my name

And how I had died.

He just smiled and said.

“your still alive.”

.

A sudden sharp pain

Pulsed through my head

Could it be real?

He talks to the dead?

.

My head in a mess

I let out a yelp

He gave me his hand

“Do you want help?”

.

With that the pain

Just went away

And I told him the words

I needed to say

.

He told me that he

Would pass them on

And with that I left,

And he was gone.

.

But the rock still stood

through wind and rain

Until time washed

Away my name.