Best Deathparents Poems
I sat in my room
Watching TV
When all of a sudden
Something tuned on the screen
A prison escapee not far from here
Was said to have been spotted somewhere near.
I boarded the windows
Locked all the doors
Closed all the curtains
And got to the floor
I told myself there was nothing to fear
For my parents would soon be here
I worried to much, I need to calm down
Until from outside, I heard a strange sound
The sound of nail screeching against the brick wall
It was nothing like I have ever heard, never at all
I thought my mind was playing games on me
Until I looked outside, not a single spot of light could be seen
Was I the only person left on the block
I started to worry, I stared at the clock
When would they get here, where could they be
Whatevers taking them so long, sure is a mystery.
I slowly walked down the dark flight of stairs
When I finally reached the bottom, I gasped for air
I had this strange feeling running through my gut
I knew something was happening, but what?
I heard another strange noise coming from outside
I ran to the living room, and slowly peeked outside
It was my parents car sitting in the driveway,
But wait, wait a second, where were they?
I did not hear the opening of the door
I did not hear their feet walk across the floor
Something was wrong, something was not right
I ran to my bedroom, and shut the door tight
I hid under my bed, shaking with fright
I knew I was going to die, when out went the lights.
Trapped inside this prison
Entangled in my mind,
Because I did not listen
To the warning at the time.
My life is just a blur right now
As I gather all my thoughts
Trying to remember, somehow
As my memory slowly rots
I remember a car
And a very bright light
Physically flying far
Barely sustaining the blight
I can hear the doctor talking
As my parents start to weep:
“Perhaps again, she’s never walking,
But the life-support, we’ll keep”
“It’ll do her good to hear you voice,
Perhaps she will respond.
It is too soon to rejoice,
But I promise she’s not gone.”
I can feel my parents hope,
Engulfing the entire room.
The reality they’ll never grope
Is the soon impending doom.
I know I won’t rise again-
I feel myself fading,
I have no fear; I will win.
Paradise is waiting.