Hours.A Poem by Dcael
What would you do if you only had days to live? Scrap that, hours to live. Who would you call, who would you talk to, what wild ambitions would you ignite and then extinguish. How spontaneous would you be?
See, I wouldn't do the typical things, or limit myself to a bucket list. Why plan, when you can just do? I'd cry about things that had hurt me in my existence. Giggle uncontrollably over the smallest things that had brought me joy. I'd eat and eat some more. I'd walk along paths, so close to home they are part of me. Visit places I went when I was younger, without the people who were once with me. I'd fall in-love with my favourite book, one last time. I'd sing at the top of my lungs. No, scream at the top of my lungs to songs that had played throughout my life. I'd drink one last glass of wine, or a bottle. Watch the sunset while smoking a cigarette. And while the days turn to hours, then minutes and then finally seconds, I will be happy watching the best moments of my life peacefully bring me to an end.
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