This is a gamble
Where I have to choose
Between two contradictions
Usually the best and the worst
And so I stand here
Where I stood aeons before
When I was asked to
Pick one
Life...or Death
I chose Life
And oh! What a journey!
The vicissitudes were so many
Tragic loss, heartbreak
Friends to lift me up
And family to stand by me
Moments on cloud nine
When all I knew was glee
A wondrous haze
A drug I didn't want to let go of
I did it all
I faced them all
And felt oh so small
Hearing the destiny call
Seeing the life I built fall
Now, I'm here again
And though I want more
I don't have a choice
And so I was coerced
Into choosing Death
Before I was convinced
That this was the worst
Of the Two
But, oh, how wrong I was!
For when I chose the latter
I felt even better
No moments when I want to die
For I'm already dead
No reasons to give up hope
For I have none left
No days of hellish agony
For I feel nothing anymore
No people I want to strangle
For in Death, all are equal
No worries to worry about
For Death took care of that
No people to look after
For I'm capable no longer
No wishes to wish for
For I've no use of them here
And so I succumb
To the sweet, deep sleep
Never to rise
Never to shine
But to rest
And to let go...
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Wayward Thoughts
PoetryWell wielded words work wonders. ~ Wayward thoughts expressed through lines that rhyme ~ "..We fall in and out of love, Run in and out of time. We are Survivors, With nagging scars And half empty jars. We are Survivors. "
