Waited for death

                 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