Dark Times

Dark Times

A Poem by Phillip Wolke

There's always the last hug,

Last kiss,

Final notes.

If my fingers fail while I play this piano,

I'll give in willingly and meet my friends that passed,

Though the moment used to grasp my breath,

Take it all away,

It brings me back to thinking what a living he'll immortality would be.

I used to wish the pain would come,

How many apple seeds would it take?

Cyanide suicide was on my mind,

I was lost in time.

I thought the life had passed away before me,

But how is that possible?

I'll merry life if that's what it takes to make the most out of it.

'Til death do us part,

But there's still life that gains meaning with heart.

When I looked in the mirror and saw my negative networth I didn't consider the occasion of my birth.

What excruciating cuts it would cause if I had left?

Life is worth living,

It's been that way since the beginning.

© 2025 Phillip Wolke


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Added on June 20, 2023
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Phillip Wolke
Phillip Wolke

Mexico City, Mexico



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I am a writer who just started doing shorts stories and have written poetry for years. I love all forms of writing and enjoy turning dreams into short stories. more..