I am ready

by Maelle   Dec 9, 2005


I am ready.
My life has been lived in vain.
I know for a fact that I will never be missed,
And that I will easily be forgotten
By everyone.

My mother hates me,
My father is gone.
There is no one left for me,
As for friends, I have none.

My life was composed of mistakes.
One after the other, they lined up.
The greatest one, was winning
the first race of my life, and turning
into the egg that started my life.

I can only blame my birth on myself,
And therefore my death shall be the same.
My life will have been short, but I
Have no need to see any more of it
Than I already have. I have had enough.

Now, on the top of the building,
Where I have lived all my life,
I see the road below me. The people are ants,
The cars are bugs. The trees are nothing
more than green spots littering the ground.

The roads around me are known by heart,
A heart which is soon to lay still.
I walk to the edge, I get ready to jump.

My legs are shaking, my head is spinning,
I feel like a top, whose life is coming to an end.
The wind in my ears is whispering in my ear,
Edging me on.

I scrape my hand in the wall. I let it bleed.
Nothing matters anymore. I take my breath.
I look up to the sky, as if looking for help. It doesn't come.
I look down, I take a deep breath. I jump.

Suddenly, I think of my sister's grief, and
I pray that I can turn back the clock,
before I come to the ground...
but I'm already too late to go back and start again...

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