Ever since childhood
You are told to live every day like it is your last
But how can you know what that's like
Until it is
I ponder my life
and whether or not
It was worth living
I hope it was
I think about God
The thought soothes me
Heaven will be welcome after this purgatory
I'll see my mom again
I visit friends and family
Apologizing for all wrongs
We cry together for a bit
Until we are beyond tears
I pray until I can't bear it
Just a few hours left
I never did write my autobiography
But it seems pointless to start now
As the time comes nearer
I clear my head of all thoughts
And dwell on feelings such as love, joy, hope
Then finally
My wait is at an end
I move on towards the angels heralding death
With peace
A contest entry
- 24 Hours To Live by The Order of Chaos.
650 points, ended March 20, 2007, 16 entries
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Sorry if it's not that great, but this is all I could really think of to write
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