Picture Number 9
She went walking half past midnight,
After she had received her terrible news,
She didnt want to listen,
to beleive that what they say is true,
Cutting threw her soul like scissors,
The words they spoke so clear,
"the cancers getting to your lungs"
Her bodys overwelmed with fear,
As shes sarrowing in her misery,
She passed this giant clock,
Ticking away so peacefuly,
Her body's forced to stop,
She placed her hand upon the window,
And look upon the clock,
It tells her she doesn't have too long,
Before her clock has stopped.
It tells her go on with life,
Before its taken away,
To live on with her hopes and dreams,
To go on about a normal day.
"But its not normal you fail to see,"
She spoke it so sincere,
"Its cancer ive got filling me,"
"I dont have much longer here..."
This clock it laughs at her explaination
"And thats your point refuse you see"
"Before you reach for final days you need
To live life free."
To this the girl shot up,
Laying in her cot,
Analizing this dream..,
It really ment alot.
No longer would she cry,
But she would live life until her death,
And have apsolutly no regrets,
When she takes that final breath.
To the clock she owed it all,
It helped her realize the good,
And know that she should live life great,
Just as she always should.
--Caitlyn Davis
Honorable mention
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