The Sunrise I'M Waiting For Poem by Barbara Crane

I'm waiting for one last sunrise
Before I create my own demise,
I brought a knife along
And,
I know it's wrong
But as I glance down at my hands scarred with endless years of pain
I find myself wishing for that last sunrise to take away my shame
I see all the notes I wrote, as
The knife nears my rope burned throat
I feel its for the best given how nothing in my life has ever seemed to work
And shadows lurk
No more thoughts as I sink the knife deep into my flesh
One last sunrise,
And no more pain, lies, anger
The calmness of silence
As I take my last breath
I waited for one last sunrise then,
I ensured my own demise…