Waited for death
A poem by Kimberly Norris
It was rough one
One of many
Too many alone
As I looked around my single room home that was empty more than it was filled, I cried \"I cant do this anymore\"
A gun I didn\'t own so to the railroad tracks I walked
I took along the one chair I own so I could sit and wait for the next train to come
I waited for death
I knew it wouldnt take long
I recall hearing the horn at night
So I waited
I closed my eyes and waited for death
I listened to nothing
No crickets chirped
No frogs ribbit
Nothing moved in the bushes
In that nothingness I thought
Today was a rough one, rougher than most
Tomorrow will be no different I thought
So I waited for death
Then i thought about lives I\'ve changed
The lives I\'ve helped
What would happen if tomorrow came and I was gone
Would any one notice
Would the world change with my death
Time based and a light broke through my tired eyes
I thought its hear the train has come
So I waited for death
I listened no horn went off and the light was still there
I cracked my eyes open to see the sun rise
It was morning and death hadn\'t come
As I sat there in my rickety chair on those rusty tracks watching the sun peak through I cried
Why hadn\'t death come?
My phone rang
It was an emergency
I was needed
I was wanted
Its going to be a rough one
With the phone to my ear I stood up
Looked up and down the tracks
I had waited for death and it never came
It was sign
I can continue
So I walked away
I turned and looked back at that rickety chair on those rusty tracks and I smiled and said I\'m on my way
It was a rough one, one of many, rougher than last, tomorrow it will get better
I can continue
The end