Looking back on the world...

Looking back now i know that things aren't nearly as bad as they could have been, but I'm still thankful for every day. Enjoy.

The line is long, but we can wait
Everyone makes it to death's gate

So here we stand 'till our number is called
And so it shall be, 'till Death has been falled

What is life, but waiting for the end?
When you'll greet Death like a long-lost friend

And reminisce 'bout blood in your veins
A drumming heart, and feeling pain

And you'll think to yourself about the life you had:
The could be good; the bad, bad

But whatever it was, one thing remained:
You were alive, so i wouldn't complain

Things could be better, or worse
Neither of which matters when you ride in that hearse

Even though life may not seem worth living
Remember that Death is none too forgiving

You can never change your mind
And then you'll look behind

And see that
The person you had wanted to be

Was always there, comforting you
While quietly destroying you

She stared you down from the pages of a magazine
...How her eyes would glimmer with and evil glean

Perfection, the demon, you pursued above all else
And in the process, lost your true self

Reality bites, as you quickly learned
But still for the limelight you yearned

And when you fall, your landing is hard,
Which left your soul fragmented and scarred

But then you sew the pieces back together
And find something beautiful altogether

You loved and were loved for who you were
And your past was but a battle-scar

Life goes on, if you let it
Give life a chance, before you end it

Through it all, it wasn't that bad
The best life you ever had.

Author's Note

I was a very dark place not too long ago, but many points of this poem are, thankfully, exaggerated. I've realized how fortunate i am now, and was when this was happening, so i tried to write in the mindset of someone who was in a situation far more severe than my own.

Reviews

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. wow ... well, i appreciate the sentiment with which this was written ... these days i'm in a severe situation ... but i feel i don't wait for death even though there's little i think about ... i think my submission to the severity i am in makes me think more about how people i know would respond to my death ... but in any case ... this is very well written ... very vivid and very expressive ...