The last day meant for me.
The concrete wall came fast,
And I asked myself,
“Has He came for me?”.
I shut my eyes tight,
Blackness was all I see.
I hear my own breathing,
Calm,
“Come what need be.”
I was thinking of nobody,
No one I see.
Just blackness,
I was not ready.
“This is so stupid,
to end like this.”
These shouldn’t be.
Like how this is.
I want to leave this world,
Satisfied.
With regret.
Dignified.
Unfulfilled.
Unfinished.
Or thrilled.
Something.
Some feeling.
One second in that blackness would do.
To atleast feel that I have once lived.
To carry a feeling so great in me.
So great that I see death as it should be.
I left the scene so calm,
I even got convinced myself.
“Just a sprained neck”,
Wasn’t a big deal.
But it could’ve went the other way,
So easy it could,
And these words won’t be here today,
“Hush don’t you ever say that”
But it’s true isn’t it,
It could’ve,
Might’ve be,
That yesterday was the last day for me.
But just happened that it wasn’t.
And now everytime I closes my eyes,
I see darkness differently.
“So how should I live this life
as it should be?”
I asked the darkness in me.
.
.
.
Kd, 31/10/2017
