This morning I failed to wake
My eyes are open
But they see not
Just a glazed stared
Into the infinity, Of what I was
The mind they say
Stays alert for a while
Which leaves me wondering
Who today will cry, laugh or be sad
Who will bow their heads
Saying "Oh no!, not him
He was such a nice guy
Or what a jerk he was.

Hope He's in a better place
Bye Dad, At least
You're not in pain anymore
Thank God he went in his sleep
That was my favorite
Little did they know
I was gasping for air
Struggling to saty alive
At least till somebody found me
My lungs breathe no more
I gave up, just letting nature
Take it's course
So I wouldn't resemble
One who died in horror.

As my father did
He didn't want to die
Not at work, not alone
Without family to surround him
When I viewed his remains
I refused to believe
It was my father
Eyes popped out, as if he had seen
The Grim Reaper itself
No, I let go
To die with dignity
Said my final prayers
Hoped for the best
Love me or hate me
Please, I don't want to be
Just Another Cliche.

By: William Bonilla
07/01/05