With Love, Death

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With love, death.

Where do I go?

There is no place to stay.

I do not belong

There is no time to waste

Can you help me somehow?

Hide me from it anyhow?

Sadness and hurt

Find me again

Is there no place I can run, where they cannot follow?

What do they want?

Love I do not have,

Never got any, to give away.

Hate I do not know

Forgiveness always finds a way.

Grudges I cannot keep

I don’t know why

I wither, this chase weakens me.

My defences are crumbling,

They are too  weak.

Why do they follow?

Why don’t they just leave me?

Loneliness I cherish

 Is that normal? Is something wrong?

I cannot help it

In this world

 I do not belong.

I do not believe

In divine ones and love.

There are no such things.

Nothing can save me

No, no one can,

Salvation is death

But is to die to be forgotten?

Never remembered?

Not even mourned?

How is this life worth living?

What is so special?

Nothing matters

No one is significant

There is no purpose

Just lust and greed

Is this world hell

And is the only escape death?

I cannot escape

Death and I donot belong

He does not embrace

Why though?

Does he despise me too?

No he can’t for we are similar

We free them, help them

And instead get what? Only fear.

There is no friendship

There is no love

Nobody would talk

If they did not want stuff

Love is supposed to be powerful

Then why, tell me

Does it lose to greed

Lust, and above all

Hate?

But can love conquer death?

Death is all powerful

He wins in every battle

 He rejoices in every war

He is the path to salvation

And life is hell for all.

Then why does one fear death so?

Why doesn’t he get respect?

Is life an illusion?

Are we even truly alive?

We cannot love

We donot know how to

We only hate

That’s all we do.

True love is that which embraces

Embraces it all-even death? I wish.

Now I believe, yes, now I do.

True love is there,yes

It is. I think I know it

I have found it now

And now there is no sadness

No fear, only hope.

Now I love, what I can never get

Now I love, the one thing I respect

I think I’m in love with death.

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