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
I have also wished to die very many times. You get so tired of fighting. You just want to lay down and die. This is a beautiful write dear friend. I love it.
WOW!!! can I say that was one hell of a come back... it's good to see you mistah!!! this was a very powerful write and I appreciate the depth of it!!
great write!!!
Only by the death are we reborn..it doesn't matter which way you go...as in permanent death or death and rebirth of self still earth bound.. you have given those feelings a life of their own.. thank you..xo
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