Oh beautiful death.. How I yearn to feel the numbing cold that gathers at your fingertips, brushing my feverish skin. Quieting the painful thoughts that eat at my mind.
Oh beautiful death.. I will remove the salt from my doors so that you may enter freely and grant my most honest request. I want to die.
Oh beautiful death.. I am so tired. I willingly open my heart to you. May your darkness grow within me so that I can choke out all hope.
Oh beautiful death.. Bring me to my knees in prayer for your swift coming. Hear my cries of salvation from the slavery of a lifetime of feeling the hurt that surrounds me.
Oh beautiful death.. Snuff the fire from my eyes and fill them with your blank stare. Take away my mobility for the comfort of being froze within your icy embrace.
Oh beautiful death.. Wash over me and still my already labored breath. Speed through my veins and overcome all sources of this cursed life. Replace my containment with your blessed void.
A powerful poem. Remind me of the old story of old. People in mourning would wish for death over life. Nice flow of thoughts in the poem. I believe if you don't like the place you are at. Move and find a place you are content. Death is a death-end street. Thank you for a outstanding poem.
Coyote
This holds within it so much power that ripples with every word. It is such a happy poem, when you really think of it. If life is truely that hard for someone, would it not be a happy thing for them to be relieved of their problems?
I understand that in great sadness death can give a compelling case. This is well written and so deeply sad. But death is never beautiful, you are not left behind to enjoy its scars heaped upon those who once loved or cared for you. There is no beauty in this, only loss. And with death you cannot punish those who may have forsaken you. Their pain does not outweigh yours. And it comes as no relief to them either. You are just gone. The joke is on you.
Good write...disturbing thoughts...but always freedom to say what you will.
this is a well written piece which totally angers me. finding death inviting is a luxury of the young and a hope to the terminally ill. there is nothing noble in inviting death. it is a coward's exit. when death comes knocking on my door i will gladly send him to someone who is looking to welcome him.
now that i've purged that from my system, you are a very good writer. i realize that poetry is not always literal and i may have over-reacted to a metaphorical piece. we all want the end of conflict and pain and you have expressed that extremely well here. i look forward to reading more of your work.
I really appreciate this piece. I relate very well to the words that portray a desire to just be taken away. I appreciate your emotions that you put into this write. Thank you for sharing! :)
You have suceeded in bringing me close to tears with the beauty and the pain expressed in this!!!!! Wonderfully written and the message is quite understandable as well. Gorgeous!!!!
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