my final words

a poem I wrote when I was briefly under the impression I had lung cancer.

Can’t help but think that something is my fault,

As I stand by and watch as everything falls apart.

An old re-opened wound, just someone adding salt,

Another scar on my beaten-up-broken-down heart.

 

Why does the world spin, round and round,

Like a broken teeter-totter, swaying up and down.

It’s a broken toy, meant to be lost but not found,

A sad, teary face painted on the happiest clown.

 

It’s just my luck, I suppose, that it all had to end,

Shows me that what goes up, must come down.

Karma has never been what I’d call a good friend,

But this is just too deep of water, I’m starting to drown.

 

I’m growing weak, starving for the love they give

Don’t think I could make it through without them,

I promise that their affection is something I won’t outlive,

Strong words are the in the mud, standing out as gems.

 

I give my word, Momma, I won’t leave so soon,

This world has yet to see my ideas, my potential!

No sir, not before I get to break out of my cocoon,

Lasting through it all is for sure an essential.

 

For those who look down on me, I have a simple thought,

It took some time to write this, so listen for a while.

I hope that beating down on me found you what you sought,

But when you look up at me in the future, I promise I’ll smile.

 

So I’ll still be me, I’ll still howl at the moon, I’ll still dance,

My life is worth it; it’s quite clearly been shown.

Especially with nothing better than a sweet romance,

For those who care to stay with me, my heart has been blown.♥