abecfive

I guess time is running out
especially at 24
and feeling like I've already mellowed through a midlife crisis.

Does that mean that 50 is just a dead mans waking dream,
a glimmer in my eye that will never escape
except into that dark box that I hope has padded lining
for the long wait I have ahead
just to see that face again?

A world of white clouds and floating souls with wings.

Not that I believe in an afterlife,
but if I did I'm sure the line to get in would have a grumpy bouncer
and my ways would mean a slight chuckle
to the man holding the velvet rope to see her.

Is my soul saving my spot in line?

For I've been out of my body since a rainy day in 2003
when the world of science saved my body but not my life.

Malone

Cool. I won't comment on poetic form as I'm not qualified, but I really enjoyed this. I'm 24 too, and I know exactly how you feel. I've suffered enough already that another sixty or so years just seems horrible. My therapists says that it's unnatural for people our age to feel this way, that it's supposed to come around age 50, and that our "Bubble has burst."
This poem realy hit with me. Awesome. I love the out of body thing at the end, especially after you say you don't believe in the after life. It made me assume you knew it was just a chemical flood in the brain and nothing more, nothing life changing. The bouncer kicked ass too.