Epiphany of an Epitaph

Here lies “My name here” may I rest in piece
I hope the turmoil in my life will cease
There are so many things I can finally see
Trapped in this silent soliloquy
But the pain drops won’t stop falling
Can’t hear the Lord calling
Where is my soul supposed to go
Nobody is here to show
A requiem plays and I follow the sound
As it leads me up out of the ground
I wonder if this is how I’m supposed to behave
As I emerge and see the monument marking my grave
I read the words that are shown
Etched on the surface of that cold tombstone
And I experienced the words composed by my wife
“He taught us in death as he taught us in life”
I considered my time here on Earth a success
Then I heard her, not the Lord, call me back from darkness
I awoke with a scream
And realized it was only a dream

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