I am slowly dying with the ending day. My life is done-my soul cringes with dismay. My unstable heart needs a quick tourniquet. Blood is flowing, carrying out my past regrets. I search for my god so I can be divine. I reach my path only to find a dead end sign. Alone on my deathbed-tears run constantly. I scream into the black night, silently. As I sleep I can feel the kiss of death. The lost demons in my head will never rest. I grieve alone in solitary confinement. I break through the chains and begin my retreatment. Back to the perpetual days and nights of reverie. The jaws of ridicule and forbidden memories. The disease and disesteem begine to pervade. The insensitive Caine will bring me to my grave. My guilt, my nostalgia is tearing me apart. Suffocating my soul and strangling my heart. Give me one reason to keep living this lie. Give me one reason why I shouldn't die.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem when I was feeling very down about myself and I felt like I had no future and I submitted it cuz I wanted to see what other people thought.
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