I wish that death blankets me now,
Do anyone up there hear my cry,
Or the silent screams of all the tears?
When you come with your ropes to tie,
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I Quit, For I can't struggle to paddle anymore, To save from drowning in a slave full birth. A very creative poem.. thank u. tony
Light is a curious thing, it can be a path, a warning or understanding, pain drives us at times to choose several roads or even cliffs, your poem is filled with emotion and a passion for release, I find a good release in writing poetry, your poetry ie really good
Facing the odds of life! ! But, never give up on your dreams! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing.
Highly disturbing and I can only pray that you are not in danger physically but are writing about an intense moment- -my dear, if this is indeed a desire to harm yourself, please don't. This world needs sensitive hearts to stem the progression of this world into darkness. Please write to any of us on PoemHunter- we care about our fellow travelers on this journey through life.
Bed of death provokes thought and absolutely pain kills time to time. Blanket of death does magic and beauty of life counts truth. Someone hears the cry. An amazing poem is brilliantly penned on death topic...10
Dear Ashika, writing can be a good cure, so please write down what has been bothering you and you'll find that everything begins to turn for the better. Believe me.
Hang in there! Life is worth living. Suicide is never the answer. It causes immense pain to loved ones.
This sky would fall down on my head, To stop me from breathing anymore, This inky smoky dirty air around. a very fine poem. tony