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Last Good-Bye:



I shiver as a cold breeze hits my face

I look around me, people seems to walk in a slow pace

Suddenly a loud crash makes me feel lonely

I yell, I scream desperately as my shouts echo slowly

It's such a desperation that I'm not being heard

Like a flour that won't bloom or a broken wing of a hopeless bird

People rush pass me and form a circle, around what appears to be an accident

I follow them, as I see my body lying on the floor

My life has now been shut, no longer is it an open door

I get past the crowd of people, easily, for I am now my own spirit

Me, my body is brutally disfigured as if a thousand pounds laid upon it

I bend down, and see my life flash through my eyes

I rase my head towards the skies, hoping that God can hear my cries

"Why?!" I yell

"Why?!" I ask

Why must my life be over, for I've done a good task

Please my lord, please give a hand

Let me live the life I wished to have

Forgive my bad deeds

Give me a chance and I'll help other peoples needs

No, you say?

I guess I understand

For my destiny was written on stone sense the day I took my first breath

And has followed through this terrible death

Now I must leave, though I refuse and insist to stay

These men shall take me away

From this spot in which my body once laid

As I say my final good-bye, tears roll down my cheeks

My last bid is to see all of my loved ones, for this is what angels seek