When The Clock Strikes Twelve Poem by freda bishop

how can life
whats in the life of death
my life is fallin
cant sleep
i fallin to death
my love crys inside
how can it be
now i'm fallin from
the kingdom of death
whats next i'm laying here
the clocks at 8: 00 p.m
is it time to fall for good
i'll never know
tell it strikes twelve
i'm bleeding inside
whats here is now
i want my life to fall far below
but i'm scared to say
that i want life gone
now the clock is 9: 00 p.m
three more hours to decide whats right
now it gettin closer to say
i'm fallin to parts
like the life i had
now can my life be death at rest
please i dont know
here i sit
prayin for the truth
now the clock hits 10: 00 p.m
two more hours for me to choose
should life endor should it stay
i stair out the window tilted in gray
now its poorin like life its self
can life be gone
here right no the clock strikes 11: 00 p.m
one more hour to choose my way
can i choose in least than an hour
or will i die
right here right now
please dear god choose my way
now its 11: 49
here i sit thinkin to choose
now its 12: 00 p.m
heres my choice life is my world
not thelost of my life
so i'm stayin alive
good to here
now good night to all my peers