A short period
that could define a life,
over so fast,
Left empty.
One last breath
and your there,
one last gasp,
lungs full of air.
Close your eyes slow,
open them slow,
look around you,
it's time to go.
It's over now,
let the rest unfold,
can't stop time
from ticking.
No point screaming and kicking,
You don't have to drag me,
I like the pure white.

Comments
seashore | March 9, 2011 - 10:11
I like this - particularly the last line.