I'll tie a noose around my neck,
And pray for peace, for just a sec.
But death, it lingers, cold and near,
Yet whispers softly, “Not today, my dear.”
I tighten the rope, feel it bite my skin,
Hoping for silence, for peace within.
But death pulls back, keeps me on the line,
Laughing gently, saying, “It’s not your time.”
I crave the end, the quiet escape,
From this endless cycle, this heartache’s shape.
But death is cruel, keeps me awake,
Denies the release my soul would take.
So here I stand, the rope in hand,
Wishing for something I don’t understand.
But death doesn’t want me, not just yet—
It leaves me here, tangled in regret.
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Canvas of Emotions: Painted in Poetry
PoetryCanvas of Emotions: Painted in Poetry is a powerful collection of poems that explores the depths of human experience, from the shadows of despair to the light of resilience. Each poem is a brushstroke on the canvas of the soul, capturing the raw and...
