Flawless...{a poetry series}

Stone Cold

When I'm stone cold I wonder who'd care.
With my toe tagged in a body bag, lungs depleted of air.
I'll be six feet under with the earth's song as my comforting hold.
If people came to my funeral, what story would be told?

I often wonder if I'm doing life right.
So many mistakes to be made and such little time to refocus the spotlight.
Sometimes I wish I could relive past experiences on my timeline
But life's an unfair game and I'm losing the hope I instilled in my soul.

Slow breather, soul seeker.
Mind reader, verse preacher.
All of this long lost time being an unachieved believer.
Then when it's gone and done you're left with 5 seconds lingering,
Your life is flashing before you and you're left bewildered and the last thing you can mentally ask yourself,
Am I gonna make history, or be an unread book on a shelf?