In twilight's grip, I teeter on death's brink,
Yearning for release, my soul's plea to think.
Disappointment lingers, unable to break free,
From life's relentless grasp, I yearn not to be.
Yet amidst the shadows, a flicker remains,
For those few dear hearts, I'd bear life's chains.
A paradox of longing, torn twixt death and breath,
In this duality I dwell, the dance of life and death.
For my spirit craves solace, to escape from this strife,
But love for a chosen few ignites the spark of life.
In this eternal struggle, I find my weary way,
Between the urge to end it all and the dawn of a new day.
So here I stand, on this razor's edge so thin,
In a world of contradictions, where battles wage within.
A poem of a soul, torn between death and life's shore,
For those I cherish most, I'll endure a little more.
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Death Of One's
PoetryThis poem explores the inner turmoil of a person standing on the brink of death, torn between their desire to end their suffering and their love for a select few who keep them holding on to life. It delves into the conflict between the urge to escap...
