Wishful Thinking

My eyes sting with angry tears I lay my head gently down flicking through my youthful years still, the time has come; of that I have no doubt. Happiness, sadness, anger and shame through all the feelings I have felt the pain nausea, sweating, panic and strain deep inside it flows through each vein. I thought I was strong but I'm as weak as the rest for a peaceful mind I pray and long I jumped the boat; failed the test finally admit that I was wrong. For the last time now I take a breath close my eyes and smell the air the only event now is that of death I leave this world but I continue my prayers.