The Story Of My Death

The Story Of My Death

A Poem by Berkley Conner Jr

I get a phone call late at night

You must come quick its and emergency

We drive fast to the hospital

Not even a word is spoken

Live like you were dying on the radio

Test after test is drawn out

“Something is wrong but we don’t know what”

We called a specialist he can help

I would have died in 3 days they said

The cancer has spread through my body

It is everywhere even in the brain

The mood drops and the family fades

Great friends come and go in haste

Enough tears shed to flood Hades

Soon I was moved far from home

I’m awakened to an unfamiliar room

Walls trapping in hundreds of deaths

A sealed fate with one outcome

Whit-washed in color with one window

A door leading to no where

Another leads back to confinement

I lay in a bed, blank in emotion

It hasn’t hit me but it’s inevitable

They lay me out as a specimen

Different professionals come and go

None know what to expect

They even say I will die

“True friends” they say “are friends to the end”

Real friends are there at the end

They stop by afraid to ask anything

Awkward smiles hide there concern

Stories of our childhoods are recalled

Some have to leave the room to get away

Return is noticed with tear soaked shirts

Day after day everyone I know visits

As they enter the door they stare

It’s hard not to notice too

A tangled web traps me to the bed

I feel like a bug stuck to die

When I move the nurses notice

They come to me like a spider to its prey

Sucking the blood straight out of me

Injecting me with the poisons

I wince in pain as I roll to my side

The girls look at me in awkward silence

Pale yet soft to the touch

Who would put them through this

Like a torturous freak show

They tell me it’s getting close

My heart is showing signs of failure

I don’t sleep much at night

It’s the only time I ever cry

I can’t let them see my tears

I must look strong all the way to the end

When people see me I smile

It will all be fine I tell them

Be happy Be strong don’t worry I lie

But really all I feel is fear

Scared completely out of my mind

I can feel my heart beating faster

It’s like I can’t hardly breathe

The same way it feels after a race

I’m finishing early and fading fast

So I simply go to sleep

One

Last

Time

 

© 2008 Berkley Conner Jr


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wow, this is so powerful. i can relate to so much of what you write. cancer's fingers run through my family.

--these lines were so great:
They stop by afraid to ask anything
Awkward smiles hide there concern
Stories of our childhoods are recalled
Some have to leave the room to get away
Return is noticed with tear soaked shirts

A tangled web traps me to the bed
I feel like a bug stuck to die

They come to me like a spider to its prey
Sucking the blood straight out of me
Injecting me with the poisons

I'm finishing early and fading fast

So I simply go to sleep
One
Last
Time


i am giving you a 100 ranking but it won't show up that way until you get like eight more. :( this crazy system here.

keep fighting and writing!



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Berkley Conner Jr
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Shady Cove, OR



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