If I could only write one more  
poem Knowing I'd die
The second it was complete
What would I write

To represent my life,
And be relative to my peers
But also to anyone reading
After thousands of years

Would I try too hard to be poetic
While trying to say goodbye
Or would my poem be full of Regret
as I'm faced with wasted time

Would I be Erratic and confused
Or will it all be in perspective
Would the ink run from the tears
I release as they leak ejected

Would I leave a letter to my son
His mother or my parents
Would I do a good enough job
Making my heart look transparent

So u could see the capacity of Love
that it held
And how I leave behind no hatred
Even my enemies I wish well

But if I only had one poem to say
What I had to then I think
My hand would move instinctively
So fast it would be done once I blink

Cause my emotion under pressure Of knowing
these were my last words
I know my skill would help spill
the poetics that fill the depth of my blurb

As my stomach starts to stir
And I sweat as I'm sure
I will be gone after that poem so on
I go strong with rattled nerves

I'd let all those that I loved Know
that I never ever stopped
I'd let it be known that all the wrong done
To me is forgiven even if I'm not

I'd express my guilts, my desires
The shame of not doing better
We as humans are suppose to leave Earth
no worse than when severed

From the womb and I live forever
Through the words of my last poem
And they r priceless the only thing im allowed
to take wit me that I own

Lastly I'd encourage those left Behind
who still have time
Not to waste another second
cuz The strongest weapon designed

in existence is free will so
have The will to still stay free
Not held back by the unimportant Things
and go do what u will see

Was not as crazy as it sounded
Because No dream ever is
But what's crazy is not seizing
The day now given and miss

The opportunity so live life
like kids carefree and if you dare
than live life like kids who don't question if they
can dance... they just dance and if u stare

who cares it dont bug them at all
cuz Self consciousness is developed
Once we're poisoned by the same Outlets
than plan to give us insecurity to sell us  

Vanity and pills, cheap thrills,like it helps us
so I hope You will try to stay above it
Don't hate what makes u great or different
u should embrace it& ****** love it

And as the pit of my stomach
Starts to turn I now know
That I've said Everything I needed to before
I'm dead so now i go

so remember to love wildly and recklessly
and After a broken heart do it again!
Cuz itll be too late if u wait
til
    u
        can only write one
                                   last poem
                                                   ...the end...