Time to Die

by Drake Takeyama   Apr 15, 2005


The steaming water from the shower mane,
Washing my blood down the drain.
But no matter how long I stay,
My pain shall never go away.

Cuts and wounds and broken bones,
All will heal, but never go.
My scars are now defining marks,
My pain is now a burning arc.

I cannot lose nor can I die,
I wait until I can go,
I'm waiting for the final blow.

I have nothing left,
Nothing to hold,
Nothing to love,
Nothing to mourn,
Nothing to lose.

So now I wait for my time to go.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Robert

    your work is simular to my own, but still real choppy. And your not focused in on the meaning you want to convey. If you could paint a picture for me with words that would be a step in the right direction.
    Read Burn and Turn around and you will see how the poem takes a life of its own ok. Keep it up and never stop. I was where your at now

  • 19 years ago

    by ..::Angel of your darkness::..

    I feel and understand what this poem is trying to give out. Maybe because on lines I can relate. Another intresting and deep thought out poem
    xox

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