The Haunting

 

I wasted my life

And now in death

I am living

More than in life

All I knew was

Study, learn, excell

No time for myself

I wanted life

To slow down

It never did

Cases to fight

Complaints to file

Reports in by noon

My family belonged

To my brother

I was single- alone

When I was away

I was drunk- unhappy

A slave

In my own plantation

Through death

I found out

How much I missed

How much I wasted

I suppose I need

To give another go

Even though you can't

Get there

From here

Reviews

[CassJoK]

It's sad, but enjoyable. It's what people want to do when it is truly too late!

[Barry S. Maltese]

Now if people could only reflect like this while they are alive, then they would not be so sorry about what they could have done - or should have done! Great reflection about a lesson learned too late. Very well written.

[Sara Henry Heistand]

OOOOH! Darling, that ending... Wow, that ending... :D You better be submitting that to Spectrum.

(Whoa, and I had no idea my uncle was reading my friends' stuff. He's a neat uncle. ^-^)

[Donald Ray Heistand]

I am impressed that someone so young could write this. The ability to reflect and think deeply about life often comes too late, as your poem aptly relates. I especially liked "A slave in my own plantation." People don't realize they allow the expectations of society and other people to control their lives; they actually have the freedom to live as they choose. Too many waste time doing things that ultimately will have no meaning for them. Superb!