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Feb 2017
I was running with my friends outside, we were playing on the tire swing, and jumping in and out of the tree fort. Me and my friends...we had a lot of fun. Isn't it a bit morbidly funny... I had no idea that this was the anniversary. No idea that years from now I would be gone.  I don't think I even knew I would end up gone, underneath the ground, bits of dust.  No one who is young ever gets old, no one who is healthy ever gets sick, no child even knows that they will die. They pretend to understand, and perhaps they think they do, but they don't.

It is sad to look at these things from above...To know that it is over.
Time seems to go so slow, but what I have learned is it does not matter, how long life feels like...or how long it actually is.  Because eventually we all die and it makes no difference how long it feels our lives were. so make the best with what you have, but it's all in vain. We both know it.

Then I opened my eyes, and he was still there, and he said: "Go to sleep son I'm here, there is nothing under your bed."
"Good night Pa."
Scott Hamsun
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Scott Hamsun  22/M/Bergen
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