Blue October Poem by BrandiNicole Colbath

I sit here and inticipate the day that i will die
i have yet to figure out how to go about that process
i'm waiting, for what, will the answer come out of the sky?
I doubt it, just more destress
Will I be sucsessful?
or shall my plans fail?
Yes! I can do this
Am I obligated to let anyone know?
It could take a rather long time.
Am I ready for the wait?
Is life's wait, or death longer?
Who will know?
All of these will be answered in the after, if there will be anything
Or perhaps i shall be alone for the rest of eturnity.