A forehead kiss from death,
As he lays me down to rest,
I hold my labored breath,
For I fear he'll hear the beating in my chest
Oh death, why do you hold me so dear?
Your fingers leave marks on my skin,
And your voice instills in me, fear,
With each whisper to be let in
Oh life, oh light,
Why must you hold out your hand?
I long for the darkest part of night,
For you are not there to urge me to stand
Oh death, how I wish to sleep,
Oh life, how I wish you'd leave me be,
Oh death, My soul is yours to reap,
Oh life, let me be free
I lay here in the in between,
wishing for their quarrel to cease,
Only sixteen,
Yet all I long for is eternal peace
-Jack Q, written January 19th-21st 2024
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The Kalopsia Poet's Collection
ŞiirCarpe 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...
