Will I be the next one they look at <br />lying cold as ice, pasty-not white <br />by myself all alone? <br /> <br />Even though unpreparedness <br />reigns supreme through the darkness <br />the light may not show... <br /> <br />for awhile for them. <br />God, please don't tell me <br />for I really don't want to know. <br /> <br />Will I be the next one they mourn <br />heads stooped low, no eyes shown. <br />them feeling alone... <br /> <br />while my soul lingers in mid air. <br />My earthly face displaying an unfamiliar stare <br />their head on a chest grown still. <br /> <br />Their tear stained face buried <br />in a place that inhabits me no more. <br />God, please don't tell me <br /> <br />for I really don't want to know. <br /> <br />A cold draft sweeps over my feet <br />and I sit and wonder is this intuition <br />that whispers and writes through me? <br /> <br />Then I pray for it to be me <br />so I never have to know this pain again! <br />Lord let this gaunt haunting face <br /> <br />be ME and not a loved one I know <br />God! Please don't tell me... <br />for I really don't want to know! <br /> <br />And God please take me <br />so its not me missing them... <br />but Them missing Me.<br /><br />Shelley L Baxter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-tell-me-6/
