In My Time Of Dying

In My Time of Dying

Broken. Beaten. Down once again.
Getting up seems an insurmountable task.
The effort, the pain, too much to bear.
Laying on the cool concrete.

The air turns frigid, as does his skin.
Crying has stopped, it does no good.
Mouth dry and parched, chapped lips.
All he knows is pain.

No release, no reprieve. 
No one to soothe the hurt.
Alone, bleeding, and dying.
So cold now.  So damn cold.

Finally, the pain is numbed. 
The cold has done its work.
Concrete, no longer felt, no longer uncomfortable.
Feelings no longer matter, as all fades to black.

Reviews

[Niki]

Wow that was amazing. Very deep. I love it.

[Aarea]

Whoa...dark. Very nice word choice, very sad and scary. Nice work.

[Sami Khalil]

"No release, no reprieve.
No one to soothe the hurt.
Alone, bleeding, and dying.
So cold now. So damn cold.

Finally, the pain is numbed"

A very descriptive poem on this subject...Bravo

[Sara-Hannah Carver]

Thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:>).............