Your Friend in the End

It’s cold and it’s sterile

My surroundings are white

And the floors are so barren,

There’s nothing in sight

Except the stainless steel beds

That are covered with sheets

And the strange looking mounds

So motionless beneath.

You may think it’s strange

But I find my peace in here

With so many corpses ‘round

I can’t remember my fears.

I see all those zombie movies

And I can’t help but laugh

Would you really believe the curses

On an old mummy’s epitaph?

There’s so much frustration

In being so feared

Death takes you all and

When it does I’ll be here,

Working my shift and

Enjoying my peace.

Remember me, I’ll be your friend

When your life has ceased.

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Well what do you think? Creative writing class is now over, and I’ve begun poetry! As first assignment, we were supposed to write as if we were someone else. Me being obsessed with death and all, I wrote it from the perspective of a mortician. Please review before my teacher grades it! Thanks!

-QueSeraSera