Revisited

I visited my grave today.

There are some flowers left there, but they are wilting and grey. God has neglected to water them recently. I turn my back on them and leave them for dead.

I stare blankly at the rock, upon which my life's achievements are summed up in two lines.

Two lines.

The sun is making me feel sick, though not as sick as the last time I was here.

A woman comes near. She takes no notice of my begging. She walks past.

I AM past...

I kick bitterly at nothing in particular and turn on my heel. I cannot look anymore. I run, through the gates....

back to where I started, I look down, the flowers are now dead.

I want to get out, I shout, I scream, I feel trapped, constricted. I scream, I scream, I scream, I scream...

I OPEN MY EYES