 | A life so lived,
That the green rushes past,
Orange blurred in a rush of apprehension,
Purple lost in never ending haste,
Not a second do I spend,
Not a second have I truly lived,
Three months left,
These three months I mostly dread,
For in three months,
Will I truly be dead,
Malignant they call it,
I call it deaths mistake,
Where his rapier only skimmed,
Scaring the flesh with deadly purity,
Two months to dread,
One month left,
Everything has stopped,
The green of the trees comes back into focus,
The orange and purples of the sunset,
They praise my once lived life,
My soul has died though the flesh still moves,
I have lost my will,
Fifteen days till I am dead,
Awakened have I,
Tickets I buy,
Across the world shall I fly,
To see it all,
With these new eyes,
Eyes that know the end is here,
A life once lived,
Returned to a childs,
A life of no care of the haste it rends,
Whose only fear is that I will end.
Written by Ian Dettwiller
Submitted by Ian Dettwiller |  |
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