My Time Poem by Gaeson Caca

On the day I die
Hope it be tonight
That is what was told
Then my heart grew cold
I shed a tear
Which flew away in the dark
Larking away in the distance
I see who you are
My mom was watching
From a far
But we looked away
Runaway from your fears

I knife scattered upon me
Looking straight into my eyes I can't see no more
Sure, it was rough but what about us
I'm your son, aren't I?
You flew away in the month of May
I waited for a response
Then the expense grew strong
But I didn't last long

My time was not yet