Permanent VacationA Poem by The Devil's Own B***hI grow weary...Strolling down the walks of life, I grow weary. Why does this path to eternity Seem to be so long? Why does this road to oblivion Seem to be so endless? I have fought many demons On this walkway; Have learnt never to turn my back, But yet this journey Only becomes harder; Tougher; Less satisfying. I have stumbled along this path For years with no rest. I have grown weak; Weary; Tired; Old. I cannot take another step – I just want to rest. I cannot fight off these demons – I just want some peace. And so, stepping off the road to nowhere, I find my own paradise. There are no endless walkways; No demons to fight; No broken promises; No empty beliefs; No person to report to; No reason to stay awake; No false smiles; No painful memories; No more sapphire tears. Yes, there is no need To continue on this walk of nothingness – I have taken a permanent Vacation from life. Copyright©JosieWentzel03August2008
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Added on September 5, 2008 AuthorThe Devil's Own B***hRoodepoort, South AfricaAboutMy name is Josie and I am what people term 'weird'. I love my poetry; reading; writing; and being miserable. I know, that sounds odd, but misery is what I know and enjoy most in life. It's been a b.. more..Writing
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