A little slice of Hell.
This poem is about the controversy I’ve seen and heard about assisted suicide. This is not my opinion on the matter, it is merely an opinion that I have often heard, exagerated somewhat.
Tick, tock. Drip, drop.
Here my sedated mind wants to know.
“Where is it, after this, where I shall go?”
Tick, tock.
Time is perpetual,
Yet we are not!
Drip, drop, drip, drop.
The IV is my hour glass,
What does it count? When does it stop?
Tick, tock. Drip, drop.
Is the decision His, or is it mine?
What is free will? Is this my crime?
Tick, tock.
6 months to go,
So says the Doc.
Drip, drop, drip.
Throw up in the bowl but miss the lip,
Missed the meter, missed the last drop.
Tick, tock.
The meds take effect and I stop.
Tick, tock.
Why does it continue? Why this clock?
Tick, tock.
Eternity is. perpetual time.
What is free will? Is this my crime?
That one last drip,
I wasted His gift,
And now I am never allowed to forget!
Tick, tock.
I cheated the clock.
Currently there are no comments related to "I Cheated The Clock". You have a special honor to be the first commenter. Thanks!
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!
