Grief And Despair Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

I will be checking out soon.
I can no longer live in gloom.
If you seek me I’ll be gone.
So you’d better say “so long.”

I’ll be reaching toward the sky,
Where I no longer have to cry.
If I spread my wings I’ll fly.
But first, you know, I have to die.

Dying does not cause me fear.
Peace at last seems very dear.
So don’t look for me here again,
As my resistance is wearing thin.

I don’t exactly have a plan.
But why go on as half a man.
Many others will be better off,
When I am planted in a six foot plot.

I hear a whistle coming from a train,
On the afterlife tracks in the pouring rain.
I go to where I will hurt no more.
Across a gulf on a much brighter shore.

As my departure is drawing near,
There is one thing I want made clear.
No one else here is to ever be blamed.
I’m just so tired of my worthless name!
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Sentiments of many I came across
while working as a Law Enforcement
Officer! I was able to help some, but
for others it was simply notes left behind.