Poems on life and death

Death held my hand

As tears flooded the melencholy soul
Oh I'm done playing life's sad role

As a path to death shone
It was time to pay a visit to life's clone

For death is but sleep for a tired soul
A dreamer's everlasting stroll

Perhaps this is but life's ultimate goal
And with our end we must all roll

Perhaps it is in disguise a blessing
For it is to many caressing

I shall your leave now, sorry I can't tell more
For the boat has reached its shore

Yours truly,
A failure

**This poem by no means is encouraging any form of suicide or imposing and form of physical injury. It is just a prose to show how some people may feel about themselves and is written just to get another perspective of life**

Ps: for those who could not comprehend the meaning, I'm writing it up in the next chapter