by D.S.
My Dear friend Alex,
If you happen to run into Maria,
In a truck,
Tell her,
I have been boarded.
And now,
To no longer,
For me wait.
You should know, the doctor, told my mother,
That in a few days,
I will pass away.
There’s been time I’ve spent,
Reading
The same all, that I have here books.
And ever all I craved
Was something new to learn
To relieve me from what I know.
And it came yesterday.
The news, so sudden.
The doctor spoke softly,
In the hallway.
As I heard it,
In my room, it lost its light,
And the noises from the street,
Plummeted silence.
Few tears were shed, of course,
Under my blanket.
I felt so hollow
Just think, how young.
But to myself I promised,
That I will seem,
Like always,
Brave.
Remember,
When adventures I dreamt of.
Holding,
A compass and a map?
And I always was prepared to leave,
As my mother would tell me
“In March.”
Honestly,
Death,
I would like for him,
Like a captain,
To come a get me.
Hitting his heavy leather boots.
And a long pipe to be smoking.
Alex,
Now I feel that I have tired you.
Or, maybe I even made you cry.
I know you won’t be able
To find words for a reply,
But you’ll also,
Never receive the trouble to write back.
Now on the glass,
I’ve outlined a boat,
And a small quote,
I’ve carved.
“Depression in adventures,
Hides infinitely.”
And I,
For an adventure,
Have begun.
If you happen to run into Maria,
In a truck,
Tell her,
I have been boarded.
And now,
To no longer,
For me wait.
You should know, the doctor, told my mother,
That in a few days,
I will pass away.
There’s been time I’ve spent,
Reading
The same all, that I have here books.
And ever all I craved
Was something new to learn
To relieve me from what I know.
And it came yesterday.
The news, so sudden.
The doctor spoke softly,
In the hallway.
As I heard it,
In my room, it lost its light,
And the noises from the street,
Plummeted silence.
Few tears were shed, of course,
Under my blanket.
I felt so hollow
Just think, how young.
But to myself I promised,
That I will seem,
Like always,
Brave.
Remember,
When adventures I dreamt of.
Holding,
A compass and a map?
And I always was prepared to leave,
As my mother would tell me
“In March.”
Honestly,
Death,
I would like for him,
Like a captain,
To come a get me.
Hitting his heavy leather boots.
And a long pipe to be smoking.
Alex,
Now I feel that I have tired you.
Or, maybe I even made you cry.
I know you won’t be able
To find words for a reply,
But you’ll also,
Never receive the trouble to write back.
Now on the glass,
I’ve outlined a boat,
And a small quote,
I’ve carved.
“Depression in adventures,
Hides infinitely.”
And I,
For an adventure,
Have begun.