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Dying

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Dying

The pain you put me through is unbearable
It torments every tiny part of me
I feel immobilized, I feel incapable
The pain imprisoned me when I felt free

I'm walking through those defaced people
To the void, tormenting deadly life
For the first time I feel unable
To go on, unable to strive

The profound ugliness of my future
That if I really had one
Is full of pain, misery and torture
Agonizing darkness, no place for the sun

You stabbed me, left me in the cold
Wishing for the uncoming death
Life is undesirable and bold
When happiness became just a myth

I'm bleeding, waiting for my time
Shaking, aching, my feelings are numb
Come and finish me, it ain't a crime
I need your merciful death, please come!!
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  1. mtpspur's Avatar
    I confess yesetrday I would have stlen this and replaced my rantings about my mother with this passionate lament. But after one day the world is a brighter place and hope is always in bloom. But I am familiar with despair and patient for better things.
  2. kiz_paws's Avatar
    Such anguish and pain, your poem paints the picture of the stark opposite to finding true love. I wish you well, your poem was beautiful.
  3. HerGuardian's Avatar
    Thanks for reading and putting up with such a sad poem.