Poet - I'm Dead

Dark,

Dark,

Is all I see…

I try to come out from this pit darkness

But there is no door here

Then I imagine home and I suddenly there

As fast as changing channel on TV

I see my mother making breakfast

I smile and greet her, but she pretend not to hear

I shrugged and went to school as usual and skipping breakfast

I don’t know how I get there, ‘whooosh’ and I’m in the classroom

It’s empty, I wonder where everybody go

I heard familiar faint siren from the opened window

I see crowd in the distance and went there instantly, again

I start thinking that this is getting so much fun

I can do teleporting

There’s a black motorcycle crushed across the road

Parked not far from it there’s a big garbage truck with a dent bumper

Poor guy, the bike is total mess; I wonder what the body looks like

I approach the crowd

Finding the guy with the bad luck,

Blood is all over the hot asphalt

I can’t decide the color of his shirt stained by the blood

When I saw his face, I frowned

Man, this guy looks familiar…I think

Then there’s a cry behind me

I turned. It’s my Mom, she run through the crowd

She kneeled and cries, groaning her son’s name

It was me, that dead body of his is mine

I mean, I was him

I figured it out.

My name is Richard, I’m eighteen and I’m dead.