Life
Death is slow and painful
I sit in this chair and down this fifth
It makes my head go into a daze
Soon after the pain of this broken heart cease
And I pray to soon join you in a better place
I can feel it, it is almost time I need one more piece to fall into place
I take this pain and spread it everywhere
This will end or I will die trying
In the end what will I have? Nothing
In the end what did I gain? Nothing
In the end death shall be quiet and still
This life always has an end
I have lived long enough
I have endured much now it is my time
May god watch over my sons and daughters
I will not end in a hospital bed I will pass at my home
May my body be burned and spread through the mountains
In a truly serene area untouched by man
In a place where there is a clear view to heaven
It is my time to go.
For my father.
-Wade
4 Comments to “Life”
Anthony (March 12, 2010 at 8:20 AM)
When did your father leave? What happened to your father?
It almost seems like you want to leave life. I think it would be easing to know that you were being left in a natural place.
Samm :) (March 19, 2010 at 8:01 AM)
Aww wade this is so touching. its very sad. i am sorry about your daddy :( i hope you stay strong i know you are strong :) i love you. this is a very deep and meaningful poem.
sergio (March 26, 2010 at 7:55 AM)
wow bro you put alot of emotion in to this.
felipe (April 16, 2010 at 8:04 AM)
Dang you got that right on, especially the part about were you said "it smells like copper almost like the metallic taste of blood"
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