Gone
Copyright 2010
Mitchell Leigh Shelton
Here I am but what am I?
And will I know before I die?
Am I my name my parents gave?
A human destined for the grave?
What am I meant to be?
What am I meant to do?
Can someone come and help me,
cause I haven't got a clue.
My science it has failed me,
so no matter how hard I try.
My cells will keep on aging,
and then one day I'll die.
Death will sneak upon me,
like a thief in black of night.
I'll say I am not ready,
but I can't put up a fight.
Will death mark the ending,
of what I do and see?
Was all I did for nothing?
Fates little joke on me?
Will it even really matter?
Will anyone shed a tear?
When my body it does shatter,
and I face my greatest fear?
I'm in a state of panic now,
I need to know the truth.
I can't take this not knowing,
I need some solid proof.
Things started out so simple,
life was gentle, life was kind.
Now all life does is take away,
and leave loved ones all behind.
All I am, that is, will ever be,
There is nothing left but empty me.
I face my ending all alone,
then nothing is left, no flesh nor bone.
I am gone.