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Existence Withheld

Existence Withheld

A Poem by WynterPhoenix

It’s time to cut the strings,

pull the trigger on my life.

I’ve given up on insecurities

no longer tamed by a knife.

I was pushed from my horse,

merely out of spite.

If only they knew,

my soul was never bright.

Call on your angels,

take back what I never desired.

My date is getting closer,

though my being has already expired.

Visit my grave and grieve

remembering my existence.

Know that death came easy,

I gave much needed assistance.

A life I never wanted,

one I never really deserved,

now rests in the hands of angels,

my last breath reserved.

I was freefalling into a shadowy mine,

a bottomless pit now met.

I couldn’t be saved,

no matter the amount I bet.

A resting place to capture shadows,

a gloomy existence held in a measuring cup.

It was a hard battle,

but I’ve finally given up.

It’s time to cut the strings,

pull the trigger on my life.

I’m giving up on insecurities

no longer tamed by a knife.

© 2011 WynterPhoenix


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A powerful poem with a sad message. Dancing with death is a permanent ending.
"My date is getting closer,
though my being has already expired.
Visit my grave and grieve
remembering my existence."
I have known people who wanted death. When the end came. They desire the one chance of the possibility of something good. Complete poem was strong. A epic poem of a desire for a peace that may not come. Thank you for a excellent poem. Made me think.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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This was superbly written. You have a real talent

Posted 7 Years Ago


You are fast becoming one of my favorite writer's here.........wow!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Incredibly intense poem, I loved it. You created an amazing image in my mind.
Cheers.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Amazing. You're very talented. It pulls you in and the imagry is wonderful. Never stop writing!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very depressed and impulsive feel to it. I love it, it has such a hopeless and hollow feel to it that pulls you in and chews at you. Adding to favorites.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A powerful poem with a sad message. Dancing with death is a permanent ending.
"My date is getting closer,
though my being has already expired.
Visit my grave and grieve
remembering my existence."
I have known people who wanted death. When the end came. They desire the one chance of the possibility of something good. Complete poem was strong. A epic poem of a desire for a peace that may not come. Thank you for a excellent poem. Made me think.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Scarlet you have a gift that is scarey almost. This poem caught my attention from the frist line and held it tight. Your imagery was fasinating. Great job. xo

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh my gosh. So powerful, so sad, so... so well written. You are such a gifted poet, and you always write such sad stuff, and I love it. Such a good poem!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Whoaza.
Powerfully written. Incredible. Kinda sad like.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Soooooooo powerful. Very well written. I loved it

Writing keeps the dream alive
~V~

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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WynterPhoenix

Asgard, TN



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