As i lay down with this frown
I wait
For the sheets to get pulled over
For the book to be read
It is my final thoughts before i lay my head
They are these precious moments
The ones that can never be repalced
They remind you
That you must take wut you can get
When daylight fades
I think about the promise of a better day to come
But wut if i dont wake
Then the day will never come
As i lay my head to bed
I think
Of how i spoke my last words
Of how my last impression was
Of how i imapcted her life
Was it a waste?
I hope not this cud be my last thought
My last goodnight
My last tonite
As i lay my head to bed
I think
Did i do wut i promised
Then i close my eyez
My last thought:
Will they ever open again
I hope so because my impact could be greater
If not i am satisfied
I lived my life well
Without any regrets i lived it well
I close my eyez in wonder
Will i live another day
Will breathe another breath
Will i speak another word
Or will i stay silent
Will i stop breathing
Will i die
And never open my eyez again!
Never hear another story
Never get tucked in?
Will i die tonite!
I really like this poem. Random death in our sleep isn't something that we think about very often, but it is truly a possiblity. It's good that you think about your life and make sure you are living it to the best of your abilities. ~Lacey~
no, Mark, you won't die tonite, not if ytou keep writing about it and thinking about it. And you will hear other stories, get tucked in with other poems roaming in your head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a ponderous soul and one who shall never find happiness until he ponders no more. GW62