R.I.P
As I sat there, in one of my most familiar settings
my mood completely changed gears
but for once it wasn't going downhill
At first, it felt as if I was just numb
almost melancholy, even
but I think it just took a while for the mood to click in my mind
The feeling I was going through was one I hand't experianced in...
...god knows how long
a sense of relief
A cool, soothing calm slowly took over
I almost smiled
I had gained a tiny ounce of the hope that I lost so long ago
This time
I actually believed in the normal crap
I usually try to tell myself
I was going to get my stuff together
really make an effort to get my life on the right track
I walked out the door and took a breath
of fresh, pure air
It felt as if a large burden was finally lifted off my shoulders
I walk to the car with the mindframe that
I can make it through anything...
...The dark, mysterious shadow
that I din't seem to notice
drives away
On the ground
I could tell I only had a few minutes left
if that
I think I still see the cloud of smoke
from the gunshot in the air
but it could just be the haze covering my eyes
I finally smile
"Figures"
The last words I'm able to get out
before my last gasp
of fresh, pure air
Marcus Jones
R.I.P.
Copyright © Marcus Jones | Year Posted 2006
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