My Time Poem by Heather Rhoden

An empty heart.
A heavy soul.
Tear-filled eyes.
And my voice heard long ago
I merely drift
Between living and dying,
Not knowing my fate.
Bloody tears I am crying.
A life long suffer.
An eternal pain.
And forever broken wings
Trying to take me away.
I merely float
Inside my sorrow.
Praying for the end,
Dreading tomorrow.
Eyes squeezed shut.
Shoulders carrying a burden.
Life begins to fade
As I search for the end.
I merely wander
Around this land,
Waiting for my time,
Holding a blade in my hand.
It is my last hour.
Death is fianlly here.
I leave this world
Without any tears.