A new path

A new path

A Poem by Lykos
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Beyond

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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
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Lykos
Lykos

Munster , Ireland



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