Never Ending Thoughts(Collection of Poems and random thoughts)

One Last Call , With Her

As he lay there on the floor
Reliving what seemed to be
The death of a life he had
Before him
He couldn't help but think of
All the people coming in
And out to see him
First his mother
Then his uncle
Then his mother once more
Then finally no one
He couldn't help but to think of one thing
And one thing only
Well actually let's make it two
He first wanted to get
As high as he could
For he wanted to go out
Peacefully and he was expecting
A bang
So he figured that the pain would be
Less , if he was just able to
Smoke one last joint
And also make one last call
To have one last conversation
With her