• So many come to see my face
    You each walk by at steady pace
    I lay in bed sick with death
    You approach my side with silent steps
    My pillows fluffed
    Soft and lightly stuffed
    Unable to open my eyes
    Half of my body hides
    Is this Heaven or is this Hell
    Into what flame have I fell
    I cannot sleep forever here
    Which realm am I near
    Letters burn into my sight
    As I sink without a fight
    The packing noise on my bed
    Yet it only ehoes within my head
    No feel or sight, strictly black
    The packing noise fades far back
    From my body I raise up
    Death I must not disrupt
    But wait! I cannot move past this box
    Their gentle steps, silent mocks
    Why can my soul not leave from here
    No it is surely not what I fear
    I did not raise from my body as said
    Life was not taken... I am not dead