THIS LIVING DEATH

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sour memories are best when they are initially murdered

for such faint feelings of loss and regret

shouldn't be allowed to be furthered

I wondered if I was correct when I heard her

why couldn't there have been invented such a device as

a 'Hate Converter'

simplicity of thought is not an option for the battered

and weak willed

the blood in my veins runs stagnant yet somehow at the

same time distilled

and still these feelings of inadequacy I can not find

the strength to kill

the toughest thing in life to come up against has to

be one's own force of will

on my stricken face one final tear has fallen and

spoiled as it spilled

and in my icy heart the blood has run silently cold

and untouched it has chilled

and as I exhale one last painful breath

I pray for a different life so to put an end to

'This Living Death'..............

( written June 15,1992 am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written in one of my super low moments.

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