I always wondered how I’d go… A peaceful sleep? Perhaps a bloodstain or two On the freshly fallen snow. Why it is, I’ll never know, But the prospect of death Was more important to me Than every breath I took in, Day after day. So without much thought, But with much preparation, I began my task (Not without trepidation.) Weighed myself, Measured a length of rope, All the while wondering, Why I just couldn’t cope With the way things were going. Living with daily dismay; Afraid to take chances, New romances, Fear of letting someone in, To let the real me out, If there was anything left After this spiritual drought… Fear of success, Fear of failure. My mind’s such a mess That I often confer With myself; The voices inside… They’re afraid too, And suggest that I hide; In infinity. I agree.Birth sign: Libra
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