Poem 3: The Dead

I enter to a hush,
No one realizes I just walked in.
They are upset and sullen,
The sadness is about to sink in.

The room is dark, and filled with despair.
As I sit and watch from my angelic armchair.
I see these people are crying, I do not know why
Was it me who died? Was it I as to why they cried?

I wrestled with my inner demons
"It couldn't be me", I thought to myself
Although that would explain,
Why I just walked through a shelf.