There’s an eerie silence as I open the door, <br />Then my footsteps echo on the stone floor, <br />Stained glass windows all around, <br />My heartbeats racing, will I be found? <br />I walk down the isle towards the alter, <br />My heartbeats still racing, will it falter? <br />There’s wooden seating down each side, <br />Where many tears have been cried, <br />Where many people have sat and prayed, <br />Is this where memories start to fade? <br />Then as I look, as I look and stare, <br />People start to appear everywhere, <br />Sat in the seats, their eyes full of tears, <br />I know them all; I’ve known them for years, <br />Then I notice my sisters, and also my brothers, <br />My girlfriend, my children, my step dad my mother, <br />Why are they here? Why are they praying? <br />I notice the priest, but what is he saying? <br />Then as I walk closer he mentions my name, <br />As he looks at a coffin all wooden and plain, <br />I run to the front to see who’s passed away, <br />To look in the coffin so that I might pray, <br />But as I look in the coffin I can’t believe what I see, <br />The person in the coffin, the person laid there is ME.<br /><br />Darren Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-coffin/
