Oh, to be the death of Myself

Oh, to be the death of Myself

A Poem by Senu Jayasinghe

Every little turn
Taking you away
Every little step
Taking you far
Every little jump
Down a bottomless pit
Every little breath
Never reaching your lungs
Every little beat
Of your
Heart
Slowing
Down,
Down,
Down…

Into frozen
Cold
Glass…

© 2025 Senu Jayasinghe


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I was thinking as I read, and then came to the end, "frozen, cold, glass...", that what is even worse, is that the heart now cold, frozen glass, will shatter into tiny pieces, and still be alive. That is one abyss to fall into.

Thanks for sharing,
-Curt

Posted 4 Months Ago



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Added on August 26, 2025
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