24 Left
From sun up to sun down
One day left to live
A single day to make amends
To give all I have to give
What am I going to do, where will I go
Sit down start to pray scribe some words that’ll flow
Or will I stand around debate and deny
The fact that before morning I’ll die
But The Code told me to meditate daily about death
So I’m ready and I’ll cherish every breath
I’ll talk to everybody all in a row
Tell them what I think about them so they’ll know
Tell my Father I’m proud of the strength he has shown
Tell my teachers I’m sorry about all the chances I’ve blown
I won’t talk to my mom I wouldn’t know what to say
I know that somewhere in there she loves me in a weird kind of way
Get together with my friends and we’ll pray
We’ll laugh and cry and say all we have to say
After awhile I’ll separate from the pack
When nobody’s looking I’ll slip out the back
Spend my last few hours with just me
Walk alone through the woods the way it was meant to be
The falling sun sprays arrows ablaze and I fall to my knees
Slowly before me, the clouds dance and I regret
Never taking the time to appreciate the sunset
Spinning complacently, in a sea of pink, purple, and blue
I lay down on my back in the grass covered with evening dew
The fog rolls in like a runaway train
As I twist on the ground in unbearable pain
Like a leaky faucet, tears drop into a small puddle on the ground
And suddenly there is silence all around
The dropping of tears is the only sound
But it’s incredibly loud and makes my head pound
Like the rhythmic beating of a tribal drum
Ticking away like a countdown for death to come
And as I wonder if I’ll make it from dusk til’ dawn
The stars come out, my eyes shut, and I am gone.
I never liked the sunrise anyway
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