Silent Scream

by Michael Morbid   Aug 16, 2016


It is asked what happens after death,
what is your fate after final breath?
I am cursed as one who knows,
for I am now settled in repose.

Although my life is no longer there,
I still remain horribly aware.
My body's functions are in past tenses,
but I still retain all my senses.

I was brought low by my lover's toxin,
and was not helped by failed digoxin.
I knew I was well past my prime,
when the doctor announced the time.

Later, my mind was overcome with a chill,
as the mortician brought out his drill.
As much as I desired it to be a dream,
the blade brought forth my silent scream.

Then I was the star at my own wake,
and my lover's fake tears were hard to take.
Oh, how I raged that it was not she,
who laid there instead of me.

Today I reside in my plot,
where I remain while I rot.
Now one of my greatest fears,
is that I'll remain beyond the years.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Em

    A wonderful dark write here Michael.
    I think this would be anybodies worse nightmare.

    Em

  • 8 years ago

    by Dean Kuch

    Hello, Michael.
    I may be mistaken, but isn't Digoxin used to treat congestive heart failure?
    Not a criticism in any way, I was just curious.

    "Today I reside in my plot,
    where I remain while I rot.
    Now one of my greatest fears,
    is that I'll remain beyond the years." ... Well, this unfortunate chap should look on the bright side.
    He could have been cremated.

    I think this plays quite well on a phobia many people have of not only being autopsied alive, but also to be placed in a dead-like yet completely cognizant and lucid state.
    Well done!
    ~Dean Kuch

  • 8 years ago

    by Angel Tears

    Very nice flow in this piece. It was well structured and well written. Thanks for sharing

    • 8 years ago

      by Michael Morbid

      Thanks for the reply and the rating. Interesting name, by the way.

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