Waking To Find Myself Dead Poem by Alexa Malik

I woke up one morning,
It was a little different from my ordinary days,
I was not moaning,
It felt different but I feel happy.

It was not like regular days,
Where I would yell at my mom,
Roll on my bed and bump my head,
My room was bright as the daylight.

I walked downstairs and saw my mom,
She was sitting by the table,
Sobbing so hard and covering her pretty face.

I moved towards her,
I told her to stop crying but she never listened,
I shook her shoulders and she didn’t move.

I walked to my living room,
I heard noises there,
I rushed to tell my dad,
But I saw a bunch of people in despair.
I walked pass the crowd,
I saw myself resting in a casket,
My face was pale,
I looked flawless for once,
I was wearing my favorite dress,
It was red with a black thin lace.


My dad was holding my hand,
He was sobbing even harder than mom,
My whole family was there,
My sister at a corner crying silently,
My best friend sat there in total silence.

I hugged her but she never made a slight move,
I called her name aloud,
She can’t hear me,
It’s not like I’m too far.
I started looking around,
No one realized my presence,
I don’t get it,
Why can’t they feel or hear me?


I felt a cold arm around me,
I turned to see a tall figure,
My brother Ben,
He smiled at me,
I missed that face and smile so much.

“What’s going on? ”
I asked,
“Don’t worry; you’re with me now baby sister.”

Ben died when I was young,
I loved him so much but he left,
It has been years since his passing,
What now?

It’s funny cuz I don’t remember,
How or why I’m here,
We simply stood there watching,
My mom, dad and my sister cry.

I’m glad Ben is here with me,
Cuz I’d be torn,
I’d be alone forever,
But I’m lucky to have a brother,
And finally realizing that I’m already gone