Death?
Todd Burns
I think I am dead.
I see a shiny, bright light.
It’s straight ahead.
A body in a full spread;
Chest feels tight.
I think I am dead.
Am I laying in bed?
A dream full of fright?
It’s straight ahead.
Dreams of being injected with lead
feels too real; late at night
I think I am dead.
I’m hanging on by a thread.
Can I keep up the fight?
It’s straight ahead.
There’s a weight on my head.
I do not feel alright.
I think I am dead.
It’s strange ahead.