John Steward Poet Verse

My Last Day

My Last Day

The morning light it had lifted my soul
 In these early hours, as I left my home.
 I was unaware he was following me
 He had patience he waited until I was alone.

I had seen a man from my windows above
 I could see someone under the tree
 I should then have followed my gut
 But, as it turned out, he ended up gutting me

I had received the calls and then letters had come.
 When I reported, they said "it was just harmless fun".
 Didn't feel like that, when the knife sliced open my throat.
 They’d said it was “probably nothing. It was all gone and done”.

I had traveled my route time and again/
 Never before felt unease or sensed danger about
 But, since those calls that had come to me
 I was nervous I felt my safety was in doubt.

He pounced from behind he let his blade do the work
 My body had sagged, I fell to my knees.
 I couldn’t muster the strength to put up a fight
 My eyes carried the vision only the cold eyes of death sees

The darkness, it approaches now,
 I feel my life force ebbing away.
 The cold dank floor does not comfort me
 I never knew this would be my last day.

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