Death Poem by Real Talk

It was this day I woke
That I witnessed the displacement
Of a soul released
From its unique incasement
There was nothing I could do
But watch with patience
The operation of the figure adjacent

Vociferated but was only disdained
As if a reflection inside of a pane
In which behind there poured a rain
A figment of interference
But in reality refrained

Upon the departure
Of the silent poster
Curious but hesitantly
I began to move closer
To that which laid
Sprawled over the sofa
Hoping bereavement
Wouldn't break my composure