There is a difference
Between the two states of being.
They seem like a paradox
On the surface.
Yet under the cataclysmic waves
Of sorrow
And longsuffering,
They are emotions
Known to everyone
With unrelenting demons.
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I wish to be no more,
For my mind to finally quiet.
For my restless soul
To fade into the void
Of nothingness...
Of intangibility.
Yet the thought of pain --
The last moments of life,
Spent in agony,
Grasping for release
Of either life or death,
Feeling or numbness,
Miasma or chasm,
Is unbearable to imagine.
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The weight of stones in my pockets,
The weight of water in my lungs,
The weight of burden on my mother's shoulders.
I wish to be weightless,
Free of earthly hungers,
Free of the world's expectations,
Free of the lecherous hands,
Wanting to take every last
Fleeting moment of joy
In exchange for profit...
To line their pockets;
To line my coffin in stolen blood.
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I can't see a future
Where I am not hanging
From a noose of my own making,
From a chain attached to men that own me,
From a braided rag of institutional white bedsheets.
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You can want to be dead,
But not to die.
The act of dying is more terrifying
Than finding out what's on the other side.
If there is an other side.
What if the soul doesn't die?
What if I drift apart from mortal flesh
And I'm cursed to live an unlife?
What if I'm reborn
Into another cursed life?
To only repeat the same sins
And suffer again?
About the Creator
CD Turner
I write stories and articles. Sometimes they're good.
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