The Story Of My DeathA Poem by Berkley Conner JrI get a phone call late at night You must come quick its and emergency We drive fast to the hospital Not even a word is spoken Live like you were dying on the radio Test after test is drawn out “Something is wrong but we don’t know what” We called a specialist he can help I would have died in 3 days they said The cancer has spread through my body It is everywhere even in the brain The mood drops and the family fades Great friends come and go in haste Enough tears shed to flood Hades Soon I was moved far from home I’m awakened to an unfamiliar room Walls trapping in hundreds of deaths A sealed fate with one outcome Whit-washed in color with one window A door leading to no where Another leads back to confinement I lay in a bed, blank in emotion It hasn’t hit me but it’s inevitable They lay me out as a specimen Different professionals come and go None know what to expect They even say I will die “True friends” they say “are friends to the end” Real friends are there at the end They stop by afraid to ask anything Awkward smiles hide there concern Stories of our childhoods are recalled Some have to leave the room to get away Return is noticed with tear soaked shirts Day after day everyone I know visits As they enter the door they stare It’s hard not to notice too A tangled web traps me to the bed I feel like a bug stuck to die When I move the nurses notice They come to me like a spider to its prey Sucking the blood straight out of me Injecting me with the poisons I wince in pain as I roll to my side The girls look at me in awkward silence Pale yet soft to the touch Who would put them through this Like a torturous freak show They tell me it’s getting close My heart is showing signs of failure I don’t sleep much at night It’s the only time I ever cry I can’t let them see my tears I must look strong all the way to the end When people see me I smile It will all be fine I tell them Be happy Be strong don’t worry I lie But really all I feel is fear Scared completely out of my mind I can feel my heart beating faster It’s like I can’t hardly breathe The same way it feels after a race I’m finishing early and fading fast So I simply go to sleep One Last Time
© 2008 Berkley Conner JrReviews
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1 Review Added on February 15, 2008 AuthorBerkley Conner JrShady Cove, ORAboutHey there. I am a crazy 20 year old guy with plenty of angsts against everything in the world. I am slightly psychotice but most definately crazy and I love it. I was always the quiet one in the class.. more..Writing
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