Eric Birdsall


Oneweek - Poem by Eric Birdsall

You say doubt,
But all I hear is,
Afraid to believe,
Figure this out,
Because my time, has
Come and I should leave.
He gave me warning,
And for that I shouldn't cry,
But I'm here to tell you tonight,
I know when I will die.
But there's nothing I can do to change my destiny,
I shouldn't be here now, but I begged him on my knees,
He gave me one last chance, to change my life,
He gave me one more week,
And for my wish,
He swore me this,
He'd be back to see,
If I change my life,
And make things right,
Maybe we'd agree,
On one more chance,
To pry his hands,
And to set me free,
Because If anyone can screw things up,
He and I both know it's me.

And the thought, of this,
Makes me sick,
Is this some kind of joke?
Does he laugh
Behind my back?
As I slowly start to loose hope?
Is this week enough,
To set things straight,
And what is right to him?
What if we disagree?
Will I fill up with resent?
And waste this week,
Like I’ve wasted the rest.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 3, 2008



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