(Please note that this poem deals with suicide)
Their back again inside my head
thoughts I can’t contain
like this life that I wander in
I’ve come to disdain.
I’ve given you all so little
yet I have no more to give
and so I feel a failure
I no longer want to live.
Why is life so precious
When all I feel is life’s pain
I never want to grow old
Or to live this life again.
Maybe I will find that
when I’m six feet down
life just moves on by me
while I rot below the ground.
It really doesn’t matter
what becomes of me
whether I go to hell or heaven
in time I guess I’ll see.
©ronvdm777
Dec 2019
©ronvdm777
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