Death mocking me in everyway, everyday.
Taunting me and haunting me
Sometimes I just don’t know what to say
When will fear and want let me be
Truth be told it scares me yet excites
Even when I say my prayer
Brain and heart in constant fights
Sometimes it is just too much to bear
Days will go by of happiness and joy
These days lasting for a short while before fading
The sadness creeps up in a manner that’s coy
Somehow nothing is aiding
Not sure what to do or where to go
I wander through thoughts and feelings
Trying to find the right emotion to show
By looking up at the ceiling
Seeing no answers provokes no thought
Only disappointment and realization
Life will be this way no matter the direction sought
Even with all this motivation
Death doth torment me one more day
Telling me it is the option of choice
But what is that for death to say
When tomorrow I will have my own voice
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