Can anyone pray for my death?
So that in peace I can rest.
I am waiting for my lord to declare fast the end of my test.I can no longer stand strong.
When all call me wrong.My ship can no longer handle the waves.
But still, it's sailing and fighting these waves.
And here I am praying for its destruction through these waves.
It's ironic.The candle burning for so long.
Which help me to be strong,
In the darkness.
It's melting away.
I am begging it to stay.
As I am afraid of my own darkness,
Which I loved once.
Isn't ironic?I am desperately wishing for my death,
On the day I was born.
It's ironic.
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Paroxysm
PoetryEvery poem has its own meaning. Every poem is written with emotion stored in heart.