My Dying Thoughts

Just a poem. Not how I feel

Dying from this sickness that is my mind.

A bottle to wash away the pain and to pass the time.

Roll my last blunt and let the smoke lift me up.

Because I've been stuck in a dark world.

Wishing for death to come.

I just want it to be done.

No more tears.

I have no fear for the reaper.

Happiness is a lie.

If it wasn’t then I wouldn't cry.

I lost my love.

Can’t wait to be high above.

I can’t sleep at night.

My dreams give me such a fright.

Writing down these words.

Just so I can be heard.

As I give up on life.

If I disappear.

Who would really care?

As I’m just a nightmare.

Reviews

[Saoirse K.]

you've captured despair
caged it in word form
starved it
studied it
and preserved it in poetic prose
poignant and powerful portrayal
of mental affliction
well written