Treasure Island

Unintelligible Susurration


Anticipating Death


How much time
Before I die?
It seems to me
Time has stopped,
Tourturing me
To look away.

I cannot stand this
Any longer -
I am certainly chuffed.
My end
Must come near!

Where has it
Vanished,
For I am sure
I have just
Misplaced it.

It'll return
Sooner or later
Back to take me

Eternal happiness
For all
At the death
Of a monstrous beast

Submitted: Saturday, May 11, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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This poem is about the speaker wanting to die. They become frustrated that it does not come sooner. Everyone rejoices once the speaker finally does die (...the death/Of a monstrous beast) :)

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