Sweet misery indeedA Poem by Kimberly "Melody" CarneyThis 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! © 2012 Kimberly "Melody" CarneyFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorKimberly "Melody" CarneyDenver, COAboutTo really truly believe in your dreams and make them come true… you must not first believe in yourself, but be prepared to prove your doubts and fears wrong. To know giving up is not an easy .. more..Writing
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