Death's Door
Death's door swings open violently.
As a rush of stale air descends upon my face.
As a rush of stale air descends upon my face.
A surprising sense of calm rolls over me.
I am now ready.
This world was not meant for all.
As I will soon seek a greater meaning for my soul.
All I feel is pain and sadness.
Which nothing seems to cure.
Love only hurts.
For it only comes with games and lies.
The familiar blade against my skin
lets me know I will soon be free.
Published by Gene Kiernan
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3 Comments
Post a CommentSad poem, but deep. Speaks the truth. Feelings I too share.
thank you!
A haunting poem......people do feel hopeless at times.....it's best to seek help.