Poetry (Ver.2) Options

[Yuki Fukurou]

Heh...it seems my small poetry thread here was deleted during the attack. Oh well.



Anyway...(considering that I'm sometimes obssessed w/the subj. of death)...I've decided to write another poem. (This...by far has got to be the best one I've written on the subject).



Death & Dying:



Death?such a scary fate & reality

And a hard way to accept.



We wish for our loved ones to be with us forever

But we know that cannot be.



We sometimes think life is unfair,

Yet it?s a lesson we have to learn.



It comes unexpectedly; we hardly notice it?s there,

Some people think it?s nothing, they really don?t care.



Yet once it happens, we can?t stop it,

The realization, the shock, the news?is just too much to bear.



We?re filled with a sense of emptiness & grief,

Like a stab through the heart, like our lives are incomplete.



Yet through the grief & despair comes a ray of hope

A hope to see them again, someday.



Death is like parting, but it won?t be forever

So don?t feel down & keep grieving.



Instead, remember them for all the good they?ve done,

How they impacted your lives.



Memories are your partner now; they?ll never die,

And even though they?re not with us physically, but in spirit?



There?s always a special place for them in our hearts.

[Yuki Fukurou]

Last Minute:

As I lay bedridden with wires attached to me, I keep thinking of how I had spent my life
The only sounds within my room are the beeps of the machine and my breathing.

There is very little light within the room
The only light source being the one on the ceiling and the lamp beside my bed

My mind wanders aimlessly with thoughts of the past, present, and a possible future if there is one
My heart aches not from physical pain, but from the list of regrets that I have within me.

As the minutes tick by, so does my life
A life that I tried to live to the full, only now is it hanging by a thread.

I feel that there is more that I want to do with the remainder of my life
Yet I have not the strength to move.

I feel drained of energy
The cool air hitting my face

Outside I hear cars passing by, dogs barking, and some children laughing
Within the hospital, I can hear some groans from other bedridden patients like myself

My mind now drifts to memories of what I once was, to my family, friends, and finally my partner
I only wish I could tell you how sorry I am for making you suffer this much
If I was given a second chance, I would take it in a heartbeat
But some would see it as nothing more than wishful thinking.

The clock continues to tick by and suddenly, very slowly?darkness starts to creep in.
A part of me is saying that I don?t want to die yet
Yet who am I to choose?

The monitor starts to go from steady and then turns into a long beep
My breathing starts to slow down

I can faintly hear a nurse shouting for assistance and other voices of doctors and personnel
They surround my now-dying body trying to bring me back

As the darkness starts to envelope me and my conscious self starts to disappear
I hear very faintly your beautiful voice as you run to my side

You tell me that what I did wasn?t my fault but yours and then you apologize for how you treated me
I hear faintly your pleading cries to not leave, but it is not for me to decide.

As my eyes begin to close and I breathe my last breath
My final thought to you at the last minute is:

?I?m sorry?and I love you.?

Finally?my world fades to black and I?m free at last.