Will I be the next one they look at
lying cold as ice, pasty-not white
by myself all alone?

Even though unpreparedness
reigns supreme through the darkness
the light may not show...

for awhile for them.
God, please don't tell me
for I really don't want to know.

Will I be the next one they mourn
heads stooped low, no eyes shown.
them feeling alone...

while my soul lingers in mid air.
My earthly face displaying an unfamiliar stare
their head on a chest grown still.

Their tear stained face buried
in a place that inhabits me no more.
God, please don't tell me

for I really don't want to know.

A cold draft sweeps over my feet
and I sit and wonder is this intuition
that whispers and writes through me?

Then I pray for it to be me
so I never have to know this pain again!
Lord let this gaunt haunting face

be ME and not a loved one I know
God! Please don't tell me...
for I really don't want to know!

And God please take me
so its not me missing them...
but Them missing Me.

Shelley L Baxter

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-tell-me-6/