The day my breathing ceases,
And my soul flies free,
Bury me under the willows,
For they will gladly weep for me
Let my body lower,
Back into its natural state,
For 6 feet under sounds quite comfy to me,
For it's the above that I've grown to hate
Let my brain go silent,
And my heart do one last leap,
Before I find peace in the darkness,
And I sleep my final sleep
The willows hold me dear,
As the last hint of color leaves my face,
And I'm no longer here,
into the darkness I am entwine,
Because I was nothing but a disgrace,
Pretending to be fine
-Jack Q, written 2023
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The Kalopsia Poet's Collection
PoetryCarpe Diem ~ Sieze the day "We do not read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race... and the human race is filled with passion." - John Keating D.P.S This is a book of poems I wrote, en...
