The Last Mile

The clock strikes three, yet my eyes are wide open,

Maybe I'll just write a few lines, before I walk away.

Running through days and running through nights,

I think I might need a little rest,

Under the streetlights, under the glow of a dim light,

"Hit the sack there" - is what my mind says,

I wish I could have gone far,

I wish I could have gone miles before I slept,

Never anticipated that this mile was going to be the end.

Right now in the middle of the night,

When everything is quiet,

I can hear the strident sound of siren of an ambulance,

Describing death from a distance.

I guess it's been several years since I've been in this game,

"You still didn't win? Well that's a shame."

But yeah, I remember returning home with my sleeves half torn and my shirt bloodstained.

It would have been so great,

If my life rolled in whatever way I wanted,

But perhaps that's not the case,

Depression, anxiety are now some of my best friends,

I am running out of ink and it's the last page,

I think I should rest before I travel the last mile,

To you, if you're reading this,

Do me a favor,

Remember my name.