A Resurrection Poem

I saw death

I caught one's breath

Tears flew over my head

And

Fears were in both ears

It was tangling up in the glass of beer

I heard the music of the spheres

It was stucked on me for years

I trapped in a garbage truck

Left with no luck

Blessing in disguise

The futures arise

The pasts despise

Here you are as the present

Like the sole protection

Then the tomb showed me the direction

It's you with enough affection

Maybe you're the thing they called resurrection

      — A Resurrection Poem (February 10th, 2015)

Like the scene on Before Sunrise, I'm playing this street poet's game. A person gives me a word and I make a poem for him in return. Of all poems I've made, this one I like the most. A poem inspired by a given word 'resurrection' from the loveliest one.