Tag: Death

Wherewithal

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I write in contrived rhyme,
Of love found, and of love lost,
Through the years, what I achieved
And exactly what it truly cost.

Why do most get a careless sleep,
When dark thoughts harass me so?
Why do I ask these stupid questions,
When their answers I already know?

Giving of myself comes easy;
Though I am no stranger to my worth;
I ought to be less human to
Carry on life, no matter the hurt.

I am tired of this roller coaster,
I am tired of the bitterness and pain,
I’m even tired of the truthful smiles,
That I know will surely come again.

I know love alters, when it shouldn’t,
I know death hangs around to take us all,
Yet I know I’d do it all just the same,
For I know, I’ve, within, the wherewithal!

Suicide

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I wish I had the courage
To take a blade to my veins –
And after this body dies,
See what really remains.

I can’t for the life of me
Think of ending it all,
Though I gave up on God
And fear no Great Fall.

If science has me as dust
And conscious free, let it be.
If I face a god, I’ll also see
Those gone once who truly loved me.

But the world has knifed me,
With love and belonging,
Yet it denied me faith
And ripped me with longing.

I guess, if death is to be,
It’ll eventually be.
I fear to make it a slave
To my sickly vanity.

So, though the fan and blade,
Terrace and sill tempt me well,
I choose to linger here and on,
Through life’s own heaven and hell.

Your Promises

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All of your promises have a shelf life.
There is no chance any of them shall stick.
You speak them to merely stop present strife;
Once that is done, their purpose seeks death quick.

Your promises are very lightly made.
You do not think of them as forever.
They are fake light that only causes shade,
Without the wherewithal to endeavour.

I wish you understood what vows must be;
They are the parents of hope and trust;
Your mind can’t grasp what it cannot see;
And all we end up with is useless dust.

I know this now and all my hope lies dead;
There is nothing now to be heard or said.