Light Of Promising Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Suicidally contemplating this life, it's failure, it's
miserable existence, it's cruelty.

Ties broken, lying on a grave, no stone to mark it's way,
alone, lost on a separate horizon.

Fenced apart, never allowed to stray in other yards, nor
to play.

Acknowledging the acquiescence of failure amid the suction
of a living hell.

Acquired memories of ugliness, staring from beneath covers
in the night, daring anyone to speak of their presence.

Lacking the strength, afraid of speaking, peering beyond
them into the light of promising death.

Reality unveiled and put to rest.