PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Just this morning I fond myself dead on my mattress

My skin as pale as the sheets I was embedded in

I blink once, and there is a casket 

Its made of wood

A simple design with beautiful carvings

I hear music

It's a bit rough, but it works with the atmosphere

I turn around and find myself in a big hall

There's row after row of wooden benches

But their empty. No one's here

The music is nice though 

And I realize, this is my funeral!

Than I wake up