Waiting
Posted on: January 14, 2007, at 08:30:28pm

I sit on my death bed not able to move, with my family and friends by my side. I'm to young to die with my future ahead of me but yet death is climbing over me. Clinging on to life by a thread makes want to see if I could have done better in life. My soul is full of sadness and waiting to be free of the body it's in. Only the eyes of my family and friends hold my soul into place with my body. Soon minutes become hours, hours become days and days become years and finally my soul is set free till brought back into the world of happiness, pain and hurt.