I’m lying in bed waiting for doom,
I know it will come sometime,
More than likely soon,
I don’t know when it’s coming or when it will arrive
But it’s on my disappointment that joy does thrive.
There’s a knock on the door ‘we’ve come to take you away!’
I sit in silence, what more can I say?
This was a poem I wrote when I was around 15 years old. Kinda depressing huh? It won a competition anyway...