Part seventeen

40 6 5
                                    

People often wonder how I don't fear death
How can I
It seems an easy escape out of this broken earth
Filled with people's drunk forsaken hearts
Out of every mindset I'd managed to plunge myself into again
This one seemed the most peaceful
The thought of death does not phase me
Doesn't tug at my heart strings like it would most people
The thought does not panic me
It seems rather the opposite actually
In some seemingly sick and twisted way
The thought calms me
Everything all my struggles
Would be gone at the flick of a switch
As quick as you like that could be another life lost
How can I fear death
When at some downfalls
It's the thing I want most

Random poetry and thoughts 💭Where stories live. Discover now