I Never See Dead People Now

I never see dead people now,
They have all abandoned me.
No unexpected breeze behind my chair;
The swish of silken curtains,
Or the soft sound of footsteps, on the stairs.

I lie awake at midnight,
And stare into the dark;
Then the darkness in its turn, stares back at me.
No shadow dons the shroud of death;
There is nothing, but the night for me to see.

I’ve searched for them in churchyards,
And houses of the dead,
All places where they normally are seen.
But all I found was solitude, and people laying flowers;
It just seemed like, they had never been.

This only happened recently,
When I was left alone;
Before that, they were everywhere I’d be.
Now I’ve began to wonder, perhaps in truth it’s I am dead,
And they in fact, are really seeking me.

© (Löst Viking) (April 2015) John Anthony Fingleton

8 thoughts on “I Never See Dead People Now

  1. Maya Dev

    A stunning poem, the theme, the climax and the presentaion..all makes this a lovely indulgence. John Anthony 🙂

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