Thank you so much, both of you!
I'll make sure to watch out for my grammars next time. I'm happy that you both liked the poem. I guess the third stanza can be the climax, I wonder if that 'awkwardly phrased' is a bad thing? I did made this poem based on an existing story, and it's directed to the character.
Also, I tried to search for some stories that I have made before, and I found this, though I never finished it. It was named
3 Days to Live. (shamefully, it was for fanfiction purpose,
obviously. I decided not to change the names. For those of you who recognized which series they came from, let's keep quiet. For those who doesn't, please just ignore.)
He looked up to the empty ceiling, with his hand placed on his forehead.
His eyes were red and swollen, while his nose was still running.
“It’s… really.. going to happen, isn’t it?” Arthur mumbled.
He chuckled weakly. “Darn it, thinking about it, there are so many regrets in my life, I don’t even know where to begin with.”
He grabbed out a diary that he kept hidden under his pillow, and opened it, revealing most of the written pages and pictures kept inside.
He went through them, one by one.
He looked at the first few pages, which contained the memories of him as a kid. The pictures of his brothers, though as annoying as they were, they were still his brothers, and they did raised him well. Even though they he usually claimed that he hated that them, he did, and always, loved them.
Then he found a few pictures of him and his long-life rival, Francis. Surprisingly, Arthur did keep a few numbers of pictures of him and them together. Francis wasn’t that bad when during their childhood, he even helped him a few times, and before he turned to be how he is now. Yet how did they lasted this long, he would never know. How a fool he was. Arthur laughed at himself.
Arthur turned to the next page and saw a few pictures of Alfred during his childhood. Ah, this must be his teenage years, where he had found Alfred and took him in as one of his family. Alfred was so small and cute that time, he cared for him dearly, and oh, how much he grew after that. Arthur smiled gently when he went through the diaries he wrote about him and Alfred. All of them were his happiest times. Even though they are no longer together, Arthur never blamed Alfred even for a second. Because all the moments they spent were far more than he could ask for.
Then the pictures of the present days.
He had all of them, even the people he wasn’t very fond of.
Arthur smiled. He leaned back onto the bed.
Three days, huh?
He decided to make full of the time left for him.
Arthur closed his eyes and waited until the sunrise.
I feel a little bit embarrassed on showing this little piece of mine, but I wonder how others think about it. Please drop your feedback! >__< I'll try to write something new soon!