Poem: A Beautiful Day

A Beautiful Day by: Scott Barnes
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Gently you hear it, the moans and the cries,
the pain and the torment, of all of your lies.
Louder it grows, more angry the sound,
A piercing scream follows, as I drop to the ground,
The viscera and gore, they cover the dirt,
I laugh and I shout, "but this doesn't hurt,"
As I lay dying, face down in the mud,
My voice gurgling from a throat full of blood,
As the life bubbles out of the hole in my spine,
I continue to scream "I'll be just fine,"
I begin to stand up, half-dead though I rise,
And turn to face you, and look into your eyes,
With a grin and chuckle, still coughing up bile,
"I'm not done with you yet," I say, and I smile,
Your gaze falters slightly, confused and afraid,
As you realize at last the price to be paid,
Removing the knife you carelessly left in my back,
You can't even move to avoid the attack,
Just before the blade connects with the skin,
I halt and I drop it before it sinks in,
Without another word, I turn away,
And walk, and say softly, "have a beautiful day."