May 2020
The woe was overpowering,
the mournful silence blaring.
Going round in circles in the labyrinth of sufferin'.
Thinking about a way out was no sin.
Unswerving and swift was the way out.
My existence was a doubt.
Starved for the last breath,
so I planned myself a death.
the mournful silence blaring.
Going round in circles in the labyrinth of sufferin'.
Thinking about a way out was no sin.
Unswerving and swift was the way out.
My existence was a doubt.
Starved for the last breath,
so I planned myself a death.
"Planned Death" is the third poem in the collection of "The Moon and The Night". It continues from the second poem, "Not Forever". In this poem, the narrator commits suicide when the pain of losing her family becomes unbearable.
