The Dead Man Talking

I have chosen to submit this poem as an entry for jingle’s Thursday Poet’s rally week 32…Hope u like it!

 

I’m standing by the graveyard,

It’s half past three,

There’s so many people passing by,

Not one spares a look at me,

I take a step forward, oh what I see!

Covered all over in mud and grime,

Hey! that guy looks just like me!

 

I was in a spot,

My heart had gone into a tailspin,

What I had before my eyes,

It was so hard believing,

Was I drunk?Now, I must be dreaming,

What’s this eerie, cold feeling,

I just can’t shake it..

 

Last night,in my car,

I was just doing my thing,

Driving down the highway,

My radio playing Jay Sean,

Just then, I felt the wind on my face,

Broken shards of glass all over the place.

 

I tried to hold on tight,

Amidst the deepening fright,

The devil in sight,

His smile so downright.

 

I don’t want to go,

It’s not my time,

I’ve got so much to do,

Like write a song that doesn’t just rhyme!

 

I’m standing by the graveyard,

No one’s looking at me,

I look at the clock tower,

It’s half past three….

Walk a little closer,

Hey! that guy looks just like me!