As I sit here
Wipe a tear
Full of fear
My end is near
I start to scream
But no one can hear!
For I am but a man
Given a poor hand
Doing all I can
To try to play the game
And to sincerely understand
Torturous visions
Encourage bad decisions
Can’t go back in time
To make life revisions
I have to sit here
Strong on the surface
But my insides crumble with fear
Knowing when I pass
I will dissipate like vaporous gas
No longer stare out
Through the wishing glass
For when I go
I hope they can let go
Remember me for all my good
Not for how
I was misunderstood
When my flesh does transpire
I wish my loved ones to look up higher
Pray to the lord
As their heavenly father and sire
Knowing I did all I could
Give the world to my loved ones
I honestly would
But on this surface of earth
I was momentarily blessed
But for 33 yrs I was cursed!
This is not really a poem
But my passion and fears combined
So when my spirit leaves me
People will know the thoughts of my mind
Although written in some format of rhyme
It is designed
To help me feel inclined
Because when I forever recline
It will be when my body is in decline.
SkTzO