Only That Death Must Come

A cigarette lights in darkness

and despair

A glass of juice and vodka

vodka vodka

Like a bird flying against wind

try as I might

always give in

The sorrow of my soul

express its self

in hazardous way

The need to let loose, to fly

builds up in me

as I die

Will I ever be free?

to soar

above my needs?

Will I ever be free?

to laugh

uncaring glee?

This is not mine to keep

I know this

even in my sleep

My dreams are cursed

No sanctuary

No freedom

All I have are my cigarettes

dark cancer

in my lungs

All I have is my vodka

hot veins

no flow

All I have is my sorrow

and doubt

A care of which I scream

and pout

A faulty sadness

a raging madness

I weep for my salvation

I laugh for my damnation

I seek my life's worth

I seek the glistening eye

If feelings must be felt

I reject what must

and succumb to what is

May death come swift

or slow

it matters not

Only that death must come

to those who have not

Author's Note

Still fairly new to poetry, please leave some feedback.

Reviews

[Crifa]

A little confused on the format but very good wording