Last Night I Died

By Genevieve Barter

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Last night I died.

It didn’t feel spiritual,

Nor did it feel like some part of me left.

Last night I was taken from my bed and my family.

I was gasping for air in my dream,

My head felt heavy,

But I had thought I would wake up in my room.

Instead,

I found myself trapped in a dark room.

Still suffocated.

I couldn’t feel my arms and legs,

They weren't there.

I could hear my mother and father crying

But I couldn’t see them.

I wanted nothing more than to be free of the restraints of the urn.

Guilt seeped into my veins.

I thought death would bring clarity and freedom,

But the darkness of the urn brings nothing but regret.

I wasn’t even able to say goodbye to the people who gave me life.

The people who used to watch me sit on the sidelines during soccer

Now watch me sit on a shelf.