Presumed Dead

 Time toils with my emotions
As it ticks it’s slow tick
Moments run together
Days disappear 
As my existence dwindles

Doors of mahogany stand tall
Pushed open by a will
Room of people assembled by one knell
People so familiar yet their identities so elusive
My presence is unnoticed as in life

Such sorrow fills this room
Silent footsteps taken to the front
A coffin lies in its lonely place
Inside is a soulless man
Broken by a misconception
In that body is where my soul last resided
The weepers weep for me

I stand here with sadness all around me,
All for me
All to me
The silence now too loud
With nothing left for me here
I turn back and leave this place

But wait
There is an empty spot 
In an otherwise full bench
The absence of love is now present
I am alone in the end
As I feared would be

Time’s tick seems faster now
As realization of its departure is present
“Thought I had more time”
Echoes in my head
As I am forced to walk back to that doorway

 
 

this was actually inspired by a dream I had.