Sweet misery indeed

This is not how I feel in any way, it is simply a poem

 

How sweet are the words that whisper to me?

Whispering kind words of my death,

they tell me how the pain will stop,

my spirit will rise as my body will rest.

 

I contemplate the thought of it,

sweet misery indeed.

This thought, it does not let up,

constantly speaks to me.

 

My body broken,

rotted to the core,

sickness invades me

'till I am no more.

 

 

Is this voice the Devil inside?

Yet, it is making sense to me.

 

Without any drastic measures,

I simply, with this voice agree.

 

This hospital bed,

I am captive too.

All dignity gone,

just one thing to do.

 

I close my eyes and I let go,

slip away from my pain.

Release the burdons of loved ones,

my sickness drove insane.

 

 

My spirit will rise as my body will rest,

they tell how the pain will stop.

Whispering kind words of death,

how sweet are the words that whisper to me!

Reviews

[lee von cleef]

Right in my ear, My work has let me watch. People thrive ,their minds thrive on ,they pick two out of three, and feel good, they earn a B and feel good,but in reality they probably just lost their money, the dopamine in their heads makes them " feel" a positive interpretation , usually a financially , spiritual, moral ,blemish a hidden negative result, grows and grows. Dopamine "Feels" good,great....and me I feel guilty.

[SmileBig :)]

Love this so much! Great write :)

[Wolfhilde]

Lovely work!
"Whispering kind words of death,
how sweet are the words that whisper to me!"

Beautiful written :)

[melissa]

nice piece the words flowed nicely

[Mia]

"Whispering kind words of death,"
This written so wonderfully...I’m glad this is not how you feel. I'm even more impressed that you can capture the essence of those feelings without possessing them.

[Kimberly "Melody" Carney]

I am a Libra, and see and feel the flip side of everything, it's just who I am. I am also a strong believer that a good writer will write how they feel and how the write well. A great writer will write while mentally in another’s shoes and try new things. I hope to one day be a great writer. I embrace two things in my writings, the things I love and the things that make me cringe...wisdom and understanding is then found within. Yeah...I think a lot I know ;)

[Mia]

Your thoughts are worth thinking! And I am glad you shared them. I have never thought about it like that. I can write about other people but I can only write about it if I’d felt the emotions they were going through. I could never write about grief until I’d experienced it. I think I want to try writing about something I have never felt...challenge accepted :)

[Kimberly "Melody" Carney]

SMILE;)

[Bobbie Coelho]

This is a good poem: it made me feel comfortable and reassuring, like a friend talking to another, words of comfort.

[Raven Starhawk]

Just darling...I think this gracefully written. I fail to be able to impress upon you how this made me feel but it was just something I needed to read this morning.

[Pencrafter]

Your poem expresses the tragedy found in sickness and death. Man was not designed with this in mind, which is why it's so difficult for us to cope with it. Some cultures invent the immortal spirit myth as a way to accept death. Mentally we have to find some way to handle such suffering, as your poem writes.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

a brave determined pragmatic approach to mortality is evident here, thanks

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I really like this. I feel the sadness and pain, very eerie and some what haunting. Good write x

[Maya Storm]

I like the concept of this piece... I assumed that the end would be one where strength is regained but this one was fine as well. Death being kind when live hurts too much to bare. Good write.