Entire years have passed without a sound,
Yet, these few minutes seem to linger.
I watch the clock, my body tightly wound,
Anticipation courses through my clenched fingers.
All alone in a world of my own thoughts.
The imminent end is all I can see.
Here I lie where my youthful body rots,
Not another soul here to comfort me.
Not sure how I got here, not sure I'll leave.
The life giving heat leaves my firm body,
Still I wonder if anyone will grieve,
hoping the turnout would not be shoddy,
And yet, somehow, I'm ready for this year.
Somehow I'll make it through with just a tear.
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