Ending
Beautiful day.
Misty sky.
Many calls.
Phone blowing up.
Everyone thought it was mandatory to call.
It's my birthday after all.
It makes me think if on my funeral day people will cry because it's expected of them.
They will feel sorry because society asks them to.
That girl that hated my guts will talk about how much she loved me and how amazing I was.
That boy that didn't have a nice thing to say about me will tell people about how I am the best thing ever.
Like the birthday,after a day it's over.
Everyone forgets.
The wails and screams will be only for a day.
Then things will go back to normal.
My whole life will be packed in a box and shoved away like a bad memory.
My story will be over.
I won't have been able to cross my "t" and dot my "i".
Every unhappy memory will have died with me.
Conversation about me will be reminiscing about all the times they thought I was happy.
Not about how everyday was a struggle for me.
How waking up was an achievement.
They will shed tears and give eulogies that my corpse will cringe from.
"She was the best thing in my life".
Nah,you told me how much you wanted me dead and now you say i was important.
You craved my death like you craved your next breath.
Atleast for once I didn't disappoint you like I always did.
I came through.
I am dead.
Just do me a favour don't cry.
Don't pretend you loved me when we both know the truth.
Bury me without a fuss.
Let me go where I deserve to be.
Death is the ultimate salvation.
And I gained it.
About this poem
It's about how life and death works and everything in-between.
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Written on October 06, 2022
Submitted by barriezainab14 on October 26, 2022
Modified on April 06, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | ABCDEEFGHIIJAKLIBLLLMNOMPQGRBSTLUV |
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 1,489 |
Words | 326 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 34 |
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