Dying At The Age Of Twenty Six

by Erica Hughes - Libra

If there was any dream that I could have,
I would turn back the hands of time,
and strive for what I could have been,
in a world that could have been mine.
It is not poison that runs through my veins,
or disease that chokes my heart,
but a life full of pain,
that leaves me in the dark.
I long to feel the sunshine,
in the world I use to see,
when I was a little girl,
and innocence kept me free,
But I'm a big girl now,
in a world I cannot fix,
Lawd, dont fail me now,
I'm dying at twenty six,
of heartbreak, tiredness, and sorrow,
bitterness is all I can taste,
no  hope for the world tommorrow,
in a place, where I dont feel safe,
If I'm not worrying about racism and hate,
I am thinking about my fate,
and do I want to survive?
I must admit I comtemplate,
is it worth being alive?
When I'm worrying about my bills
and thinking that while I am out one day,
I might just may end up being killed.
I can't help but to feel sad,
depression is driving me mad,
MY heart is null and numb,
I pray that I might succumb,
It is peace that I seek,
maybe I wil go,
peacefully in my sleep.
Lawd dont fail me now,
in a world I cannot fix,
a spiritual death,
I am dying,
at the age of twenty six.
Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 2000-11-07 13:05:38
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:42:59
Poem ID: 58342

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