Even till death

you always have a second chance, but being to self critical will bury your chances of life.

Nothing was ever 

easy in life for I:

- even till death in waking

tremors- was I

worthy for another dawn?

 

Curse my epitaph

six feet above:

- never was I in peace

even till death. I toiled

between heaven and hell.

 

Glimpses of photograph

memories that all faded

with tear stains:

- even till death, I dare recall

memories in flat coffins.

 

Fighting inside me,

the rage of all the shoulds

and coulds that I never did.

- Even till death was it

my fault to be locked away?

 

Even till death,

I wasn't given a bell to ring

of salvation from buried sin:

- sorry world I wasn't fit

for life. . . Good bye.

Author's Note

another sin poem... this was written back in may... wasn't my happiest time of my life. struggling with my inner sins... (I am gay) and then... I didn't think it was a good thing. But happily to say- I feel so much better. I got a partner that I never thought imaginable. I love you Cain... you gave me another chance of life... (this is the only picture that is appropriate enough for this site xDD)

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

May have been a little dark yet the emotion is there, the anguish very clear.
I am so happy that you have come around to better times, but it is in our darkest moments that we find our strength, our bravery, our faith.
Great writing.