I recently watched a documentary of the unclaimed bodies of LA county and was inspired to write. So here it is...

An innocent seeming tag.
Until I see my body is now in a bag.

No breath. No beat.
Simply coldness. No heat. 

A plastic watch. A lighter. 
No photo. No identity to remind the world I was once an avid songwriter. 

I dreamed of a long lost love I hoped to find, a child to be intertwined in my arms.
I longed for adventures and foreign journeys, but now I lie on a cold, steel gurney. 

Alone I lived. Alone I died. 
But you must remember that I was once alive. 
Excitement coursed through my veins.
My heart, too, ached full of pains. 
I loved. I feared. But now I have disappeared.

They wait for my shell to be claimed.  But I remained unnamed.
John Doe. 
My end is confirmed and tied to my toe. 

The black smoke is consuming. 
My physical end is looming.

No tears are shed. No Hope ahead. 
No memories of who I once was. 
Just ash that remains and my body left unclaimed.