Borrowed Time

I'm here on borrowed time
I do not know
Why it is not mine
But I'm here only for a short while.
The pain is dulll
I keep silent

Listen to the noise around - 
The clock ticking, a fan whirring
The paper crinkling 
As my dad turns the page.
Sounds of birds, the occasional dog and cat, 
Most of all wind - gentle, stirring leaves.

Something is wrong I know, 
I'm here on borrowed time! 
Yearning for something yet not found.
Now it's all over.

My heart is racing as I lie here, 
My lungs rushing for that last breath, 
My hands shaking as I wirte this, 
Tears wet the page - tiny drops.

My time is up.

I was here on borrowed time
But now, I welcome my end.