Perception

I Saw The Dead Man Breathe

 
~ To those who strongly believe in what others don't. ~

I Saw The Dead Man Breathe

I saw the dead man breathe.

He was submerged in a hurting sea of men.

Men, whose eyes moved too fast,

And mouths too slow.

The dead man wailed when they set him down inside the coffin.

He looked to me frantically,

Saying, 'Don't let them trap me in a box!'

I reached out to help,

But the bitter men pulled me back,

Trying to protect me from the supposedly hideous 'corpse'.

I didn't believe them.

They didn't see the man like I did.

He was grinning like it was the Fourth of July.

His eyes burned like the fire of a thousand suns,

Dancing gracefully to a melody coming from within his soul.

He pleaded to be released from the coffin.

He pleaded to be released from the clutches of death.

The danger and hurt bled through the thick walls built to guard the spirits.

His shrieks faded as the coffin was sealed.

His last breaths stole the air as the coffin was lowered into the ground.

Only I saw the jubilant man very much alive.

Only I saw his breaths secretly escape into the atmosphere.

Only I noticed his heartbeat fade as his soul became imprisoned in the holy dirt...