Sunny Faces Poem by Walter C. Edwards

One day I woke up.
As a ghost with out shadow,
Everyone past through me,
As I never was here at all,
Silence brakes the pavement,
With a thud,
With a thud,
Blue skies and sunny faces,
Golden skin and plastic people,
I know the one who killed me,
is not here after my fall,
Walk right through me,
Walk right through me,
Just as I am not here at all.
Everyone is smiling almost glush,
Looking past me and in laughter,
After my fall.