Dead

Lifeless corpse lying on the cold, harsh floor,

Eyes once filled with life, now stare aimlessly at the wall,

Surrounded by its own blood, it lays still,

Waiting for someone to come and weep, for the life that was lost,

Yet no one shows up to see the pale, bruised, bloody body,

It lays in the eerie silence and waits for a sign,

From the outside, one might only see a dead body,

But no one sees the soul inside, stuck in between,

Trapped in its former body, it searches for a way out,

Once it leaves, it doesn’t spare a glance at the barren body,

The shell that is left behind is desolate and sterile,

The soul walks away into the light, leaving behind memories and a life,

Even then, no one comes to see the deceased person,

For the worth of human life is a dime a dozen