A new pathA Poem by LykosBeyond
I cut myself deeply and died long ago,
What you see isn't real, it's just a show. I don't live, I'm a ghost in this flimsy shell, My mind suffers and burns in the deepest hell. I spend a lot of time with blinded sight, The pain swallows every inch of light. Some days I just want to give up and stop, Walk off the ledge, into the abyss drop. You talk about the sun, I see only night, My neck forever feels the reaper's scythe. I feel him following me with each step, An outreached hand, pushing me to accept. Can you hear it, that beautiful melodic call, What awaits me, when I finally fatally fall. I feel them waiting, ready to give me a joy, One that is forever, that nothing can destroy. I no longer feel scared, I feel I'm ready, I have my friend waiting there already. I felt the touch and now I can let go, To the next place, the path he will show. © 2024 Lykos |
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Added on December 14, 2024 Last Updated on December 14, 2024 AuthorLykosMunster , IrelandAboutImagination is more important than knowledge, knowledge is limited. Imagination circles the world. A writer is a world trapped in a person. "If you would not be forgotten, As soon as you are d.. more..Writing
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