Poem -
Slowly
The countdown has begun
Even before the timer has wrung
I am done
Filled with nothing sorrow
I don’t want to live till tomorrow
I want to go now
I am bucklying under the pressure
Nothing is done for leisure
Nothing I can do to measure
I am dying a slow death
A pain no one seems to get
It’s time for my untimely demise to be met
Comments
love it! stay strong.
Michelle,
You write so sad, but sad is often beautiful.
Love your writing.
Matthew.
A painful write, but greatly expressed. You got this, from pain rises the strongest being! 👏🏽