It's late at night
I'm laying on the floor in my bedroom
Thinking
Dreaming
If I disappeared tomorrow
What would I do now?
I mean
I'm minutes away
From deep slumber
My eyelids are heavy and weak.
I can't think clearly.
I have this short time
From now
Until unconsciousness
To make my mark
In this world
If this was the final time
I was every writing anything
What would I say?
...
That's too much of a question
To even begin answering
...
I wouldn't want to
Give this giant
Goodbye speech
Because
Nobody cares
I've lived my life
It was an okay life
But I shouldn't round it off
I'd want my last actions
My last words
My last poem
To be a positive one
I'd want to say
That I have so many blessings
In this world
I take for granted
Like my phone
I'm writing this on now.
I can't say I'm poor
Or I've led a rough life.
I just think too much
And too quickly
And it all spills out
Like an exploding boiler
I'd want to say something memorable
But not sad
Never sad
Well I say that......
I'd want to say
That if it did all end
At the break of dawn tomorrow
That I wouldn't be mad
Or sad
Because that's life.
I'd also want to say
That my favourite word is-
"Busticated"
It was something my Dad said a lot
When talking about broken things
It was always busticated.
I miss him saying that.
But when I'm gone
I won't be able to miss it
I won't miss anything
I won't feel anything
And that's fine with me
If this was
The Final Time
I would be able to express myself
Through the English language
I want to say one thing.
I'm so glad.
I saw the world so vividly
Rather than seeing the vagueness
The greyness
The melancholy
And appreciate
How fucking incredible it is
Because it is
And I've seen that.
If you haven't
There's still time
And if you don't see any good
In the world
Before you die
Then that's fine.
My final words
Would be-
"Don't take life so seriously
It's just one magical ride.
Thank you Earth
For this magical ride"
Nothing life changing.
Just what I would say.
And now I say
Goodbye.
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The Sun Alone (3)
Poetry"So much to say, so few words that let me say it" ... Poetry for dark days. Sometimes it's necessary to wallow in your sorrows and in the deep dark shades of black. But the colours change. And you'll soon see the bigger picture, the fine details an...
