Upside Down In The Grave

[Timothy Gega]

Upside Down In The Grave<o:p></o:p>

I often visualize myself lying in an open casket<o:p></o:p>

peering up from an open grave from six feet under.<o:p></o:p>

I see the clean cut walls of dirt and the trees high above it.<o:p></o:p>

I see my Mom and my sis and the love of my life there,<o:p></o:p>

all looking down upon me lying there in a cemetery.<o:p></o:p>

I call out to them but they never do answer me.<o:p></o:p>

It’s like I’m Invisible to everyone that I see.<o:p></o:p>

They stop by every so often and cry here,<o:p></o:p>

Or they cuss me out for some unknown fear.<o:p></o:p>

What emotion from this experience could I detect?<o:p></o:p>

It’s as if my life exists under the dreadful Lazarus Effect.<o:p></o:p>

Not existing in any realm here nor there, neither dead or alive.<o:p></o:p>

I wonder if I had died long-long ago, or worse, committed suicide.<o:p></o:p>

I often wonder why they only talk at me rather than speak kindly to me,<o:p></o:p>

Or, why they only take something from me like irreverent Grave Robbers<o:p></o:p>

But they never bring me flowers, or food, or share any gifts of love.<o:p></o:p>

I must have been such an incorrigible child when I was born<o:p></o:p>

by the way they treat me like I’m all tattered and torn,<o:p></o:p>

as if I am Invisible now<o:p></o:p>

Lying upside down<o:p></o:p>

in a grave.<o:p></o:p>

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©2012 Tim Gega<o:p></o:p>

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