Poem -
Man Coming Apart
My mind is racing at a million miles
Per second
Some part of me must know I'm gone
But now and then I guess I reckon
I loathe to say so long
My bones remain where pleasure and pain
Collided confusing me long ago
And now this ruptured shattered self
That I've become is dying slow
I hope the end is easy
Nay I hope the end is swift
For in this life so void of hope
Death must be a gift
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I'm almost at a loss for words...this piece of yours flows so eloquently it rolls off the tongue.聽
These four lines are amazing I read them over and over again. Death must be a gift for those without hope i think that indeed is true. Especially after enduring so much pain and suffering...fantastic write! All stars and pinned!!聽
xxxxLily
Thank you immensely I'm ecstatic that you liked it, a piece of my soul :)
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Oh my, this was so beautifully executed and so raw with emotion. I absolutely love your writing style and really enjoyed reading it! Great piece of thought and poetic ingenuity.
You do me too much of an honor, thank you innumerably ?
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This piece is so deep. I love poems and stories like these. You should check out my Weekly Challenge! I bet you'll do great.