Life After Death

This is how death feels like. I can not hear myself breathe but I can hear my mind react. So my body and my heart are dead. My mind is active, and so are my hearing senses and I can feel people touch me too. They believe I am dead. Yes, bodily able I am dead but psychologically I am alive. So this is life after death. I should be weeping and mourning more than those who are alive. I am not dead, I am in a mental prison.

If a deaf person does not respond to your call, it doesn't mean they cannot listen to your thoughts.


I'm thinking of moving my legs but I cannot. I want to respond to their weeping by telling them I can hear them but it's impossible. I cannot do anything but hear, think, and feel. Is this Life After Death? Is death this horrible? Of course, death is horrible. Silly me. The tears of my own sorrow can not even trickle down my cheeks for them to see at worst. Can I ever sleep and put my mind to rest? Well, my body is at rest. Couldn't death just take both my body and my mind? Or maybe this is the definition of hell? I never was a religious person nor a monotheist.


If the woman is blind, it doesn't mean she doesn't have vision.

Would you want to know what they are saying at the funeral parlor? They said they are about to preserve my body and they are doing just that. I can feel the atmosphere in this parlor torment my body and they ironically say " We hope she rests in peace." Am I in peace, knowing I will be alive for eternity but I cannot live? Should I have believed in a religious doctrine that could have saved me? Let me try now to call upon the name of deities that I know but never believed in. I tell myself not to be stupid.

                        

If an individual is disabled it doesn't mean they cannot make any movements.

What if it's just a bad dream? Let me shake myself out of it. How? Shaking my head. No, shaking my mind with impact could be effective. How?

If a child cannot understand, it doesn't mean they cannot learn.

How am I going to cheat death if it already locked me up in its cell? I am in the mortuary. They are now taking my body from the mortuary into the casket. What my mother liked to call a coffin. They just put me into it and shut it. What witchcraft is this? What black magic is this? None of the above, it's called LIFE AFTER DEATH.

If you cannot feel a newborn baby breathe it doesn't mean there is no life.


The coffin is less comfortable than my own bed but it's either I adopt it or I perish in the misery of comfort. Why are they in a hurry to bury me? Wait! What if cremate my body? I might go free. I scream " Cremate me!" Silly you, they cannot hear you.

If you're comfortable, it's very possible you cannot rest.

They are offering me a church service, maybe THE LORD can hear me now. Though I never followed the doctrine or acknowledge him. I shut my mind and alert myself when they are lowering me into my final resting place. The words and memories they acknowledge unto my name are utter nonsense. No one is going to have more memories of me than myself. Those living cannot get through to me clearly. Have I tried to think about how I will live my life after death?

If you are good at battle don't join the war.


To hell with Resting In Peace. Death comes for your body but leaves your mind alive. So this is Life After Death for me. It could be the same for you. Alive psychologically and mentally but dead physically. There is no life to describe here anymore once six feet under and cemented.

If you know death is inevitable don't plan for tomorrow.

Understanding poetry doesn't make you a poet 




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