A Plea to Death
A poem about death and rebirth.
Sweet Death, please forgive me.
I mistakenly thought of you intimately.
Your terrifying transformations
spur agonizing approximations
of how harshly grief will eat me.
Torture at the core of eternity,
breaking my hearts specifically.
Scarce souls torn again
after another lifetime’s end;
transferring my pain repeatedly.
This time, just be with me.
No running, no forcing, just ending.
After aeons of restlessness,
countless vendettas off my chest,
I need to settle softly.
A dripping depression I dare to conquer
without you, yet I only falter.
No need to erase my pain,
but take it to be slain
as a masterpiece on your altar.
I’ll never run away, sweet Death.
I’m only requesting a final rest
or a life shared with you,
my karma born anew,
banishing my past life’s mess.
It’s an ideal plea.
Sweet Death, please forgive me.
I mistakenly thought of you intimately.
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