I will never know Peace (Go Unheard Part 4)

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It is the last night
With ever passing  minute
With gaining fatigue
With all my will
I try to fight


I think of things that could have been
Leading a normal life
Celebrating the holiday
With friends and next of kin

The tears are coming
I am fighting back hard
When God dealt the hand of life
Nothing good was drawn for my card

Fitting it is as I count my breath
With all the lives I have taken
I fear tomorrow
For it brings my death

There is no person in sight
My company are the stars
On what will be my last night

I kick at the tray of food
For some reason people think
That a death row would eat
How could you be in that mood

I start talking to the stars
Nothing thinking of the words that are said
“I hope your burning in hell now
You B*****d I wish you are dead”

I continue talking
Not hearing what I say
I continue speaking
Until the dawn of following day

I guess I talked to God that
To find some release
Foolish of to think
I should know by now
I will never know peace.

Reviews

[LadyNaida]

Is an awful feeling to feel such torment. I believe this is what one would feel if you find yourself in such a predicament. Good write!

[Calypso]

I love how dark this poem is.

[Passingdaze]

Damn awesome stuff...Daaaark

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Shayne,

This is a haunting piece. A nice open, flowing, stream of consciousness poem. It sets a lost mood that is beyond despair, knowing that peace will never come, being resigned to it, and almost not caring.

Well written.

Best regards,

Rick

[Rachel]

*wordlessly flicks to the last one*

[Jonathan]

awsomeness... im about to read the last one =)

[Stephen Scaggs]

Dear Mr. Harnden,

Thank you for the read request. This is my favorite yet of this collaboration. Not only do I like the title, (because it reminds me of an old western movie title, lol) but I like the sincere truth that you have painted before us in these lines. This has to be one of my most favorite poem collaborations. "I continue talking, not hearing what I say. I continue speaking until the dawn of following day" is my favorite lines in this. Thank you again for sharing this, and I hope you will continue writing. Kudos. 9.5/10.

Sincerely,
S. W. Scaggs

[Tate Morgan]

Me i like bittersweet so much more than intrense misery

[Emily Quinn]

very sad, im beginning to feel bad for the subject although he is presumably a killer, but he seems like someone who got lost- either lost or ignored till the point of independent insanity.

[Taylor H.]

loved this poem. Some days i can relate to this. great job