A coffin opens
and lets me in.
Closes its door
and unlocks my sin.
When this life ends
another begins.
Opens my eyes
and lets me begin.
My throat burns
from the lack of words.
Let me speak
and hear my plea.
Bring me back
to the living.
Let me stay
and next time I will come willing.
Left behind
by myself.
Everyone is gone
and now I only have doubt.
Wishing I had
stayed dead.
Loneliness can never be cured
never again.
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Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
PuisiPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...