I am on the edge,
On the very ledge.
These days, I can barely see,
And death opens its arms to me.
Life is temporary, and I watch it walk away.
“Where are you going?” I say.
“It’s time for me to leave.” The angel of life replies,
And the celestial woman opens her wings and flies.
I am so close,
More close than most.
I have said my goodbye’s,
And created a will to satisfy.
All there is to do,
Is to die, a job long overdue.
I shall use a noose,
To free me from life’s abuse.
I am so close...
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 9:41 AM UTC
I am on the edge,
On the very ledge.
These days, I can barely see,
And death opens its arms to me.
Life is temporary, and I watch it walk away.
“Where are you going?” I say.
“It’s time for me to leave.” The angel of life replies,
And the celestial woman opens her wings and flies.
I am so close,
More close than most.
I have said my goodbye’s,
And created a will to satisfy.
All there is to do,
Is to die, a job long overdue.
I shall use a noose,
To free me from life’s abuse.
I am so close...
Hahaha, this sounds...interesting. Where did this come from, I wonder?
Request permission to use this poem