The Last Mile
The Last Mile1 min 391 1 min 391
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.