Sittin' With the Dead
If you knew how quickly people forget the dead... You would stop living to impress people. ~Christopher Walken
Angus sat, his thoughts perplexing,
Regarding each shadow there;
No thing moving, twitching, flexing,
As he sat in the old leather chair.
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The sound of rain came pelting down
On the old roof made of tin.
Inside the library not a sound,
Was heard above the din.
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Uncle Eli, still and cold,
Stretched out in his repose;
His life’s good stories left untold,
As Angus picked his nose.
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A stubborn man, old Eli was,
Unmissed by Angus Smee,
His boots scraping at some carpet fuzz
As the old clock chimed at three.
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To him Eli was a mean old man
Who'd cut him from the will,
And as he sighed he rose to stand.
In the room, there passed a chill.
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A voice not unfamiliar came
To Angus’s weary ear,
The voice and Eli’s, one and the same,
Piquing the nephew’s fear.
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“’What have you done, for me old man?’
I've often heard you ask,
But I have done all that I can,
It was you who failed the task.
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“The Lord sets down upon us men,
His wishes to uphold,
I owed you nothing, now nor then,
If tonight, the truth was told.
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“And I guess someone must have punished you,
Or someone else instead,
Would've been here with me, a vigil true,
While sitting with the dead.”
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The voice was gone, dumb Angus sighed,
And scratched his dullard head.
He frowned, although he laughed inside,
“But yore de one who’s dead.”
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Then next he knew the darkness came,
The lid closed over his eyes.
Though he screamed and called for help,
No one could hear his cries.
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For he was being buried now,
Fear crumbling into dread.
Angus Smee deceased somehow.
Eli? Sitting with the dead.
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This was written for HandsomelouiiThePoet's (Lonzo ward's) Darkest Poetry Challenge, which you can find below! Happy Spooky Season!
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Comments (4)
This was great. I liked the twist at the end where he’s dead too.
Hahahahahahhahahaha omgggg! I laughed so much! I loved the twist! I'm sorry, I laughed because it was creepy. I tend to do that 😅😅
Tremendous Read 📖 ♥️✌️👀💯🌟🌚👻🍂Nice Entry 🚪
Oh, so well written!