Not much to say. Really bored.
A feeling
I have a feeling,
A feeling that I might die today.
‘I cant stand up.
The pain.’
People say it is like,
A sixth sense that we have.
Like we know when,
maybe someone will die.
‘Or me.’
Slowly…
The hart stops.
Nothing more.
The body… cold.
Why now.
I am so young.
The sun sets between the mountains hands.
Slowly…
‘Painfully’
My hart pumps
rapidly,
Everything is happening so fast.
My hart…
stops.
I am done.
I felt correct.
I had a feeling,
A feeling I might die today.
It happened.
