• Death
    As your legs wobble and shake,
    You stand in fear as a gun is pressed against your head,
    Making your heart pound,
    Seemingly bulging out of your chest,
    As you realize your fate,
    Death is near.

    Tears stream down your face,
    Flooding salty liquid into your mouth,
    As images of agony and mourning bolt through your brain,
    Images of the pain that will slowly set upon you like a blackening sunset.

    You feel intense distress and agony,
    As you experience the sudden bang of the gun,
    Firing holes through your brain,
    As you feel blood gushing out of your head,
    You seep in and out of consciousness,
    Feeling numb.

    You will never see them again,
    As there will be no more soft hugs on a bad day,
    No “I love you”s,
    No dreams of better days,
    No more enjoying soothing breezes on warm days,
    No friends to share your innermost thoughts,
    No one will ever tell you of their love for you,
    And secrets remain locked in your grave forever,
    But it seems as though you only feel half the pain.

    Your loved ones will mourn,
    Wishing that if only they called you and told you they loved you,
    Said one last goodbye,
    Or resolved a fight with you,
    That you might be okay,
    And they wouldn’t feel grief.

    With truth being told,
    You will never tell them that everything is okay,
    Or tell them not to worry,
    That you love them and will see them in heaven some day,
    And that they should keep on going,
    Because you will be with them every step of the way,
    And you love and miss them.

    You will soon be buried in time,
    Transforming from a pile of flesh and blood into soil itself,
    And they will soon learn to move on,
    But will never forget you,
    As you are gone.

    Part 2

    Gazing into your dying mother’s eyes,
    You feel a rush of shock set upon you,
    Clenching her hand as if the cancer isn’t real,
    As you stare into her colorless eyes,
    Letting the doctor’s words of discouragement ooze through your head,
    Because you know it can’t be true.

    With her hand in your grasp,
    You feel the life drain out of her,
    As her face is pale and her skin is clammy,
    You realize that you might never feel her love or warmth again.

    You remember the days when she was there for you,
    Watching you take your first steps,
    Read your first book,
    Say your first words,
    And was always the comforting figure in your life.

    You looked up to her,
    Always thinking in your head of the days that you would be just like your mommy,
    As you knew her to be your guide,
    And you knew what a gentile woman she was.

    She used to bake you malty cookies on a chilly day,
    Letting you sit atop the counter and stir the mixture together,
    While she sang a sweet song,
    And asked about your day,
    While you ignored her,
    Thinking about how embarrassing she was.

    You won’t be able to tell her you were sorry,
    For ever ignoring her love,
    Or wishing she was out of your life,
    Or telling her that she was the most amazing person you ever met.

    Now sitting on her bleach white bed,
    You watch her die,
    With only remembrance of the person she used to be,
    As you kiss her hand,
    And promise her that you will be with her forever,
    And that you will stay with her as long as it takes,
    Though she no longer hears you,
    As the cancer will claim her the next morning.

    As you will grow older,
    You can never afford to take a chance in life,
    Because you will never know when someone is awaiting their death,
    As you should always wish them a good day,
    Or tell them that you couldn’t live without their love,
    Because they may end up gone the next.