A Grim Tale

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I feel my end nearing;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   A feeling both physical and mental.                                                                                                                                                                                                                       In which direction has my life been steering?                                                                                                                                                                                                           I guess we'll see when I'm lying in the Hospital.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Now the pain  Is relentless;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            It only grows stronger.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            It is like a beast who's thirst is quenchless.                                                                                                                                                                                                         Tell me, when will I need to endure no longer?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  A veil of black caresses me;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           I have finally joined the void.                                                                                                                                                                                                                              For me, no remorse nor pity;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 In fact, most are overjoyed.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Alone am I;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              I stand on my own.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Alone I cry;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              I rot to nothing, past the point of bone.                  

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