Treasure Island

Amy Kerswell

(04 06 1987 / Bath UK)

My only way out is towards the light of death


My only way out is
towards the light of death.
I'll see the light and no it's time to let go.
And leave this world behind me.

I no its time to go
Either towards the train
Or towars a bottle of pills and a razor
Or mabey towards the bridge.
But its time for me to go.

My only way is towards the light
I wonder where I'll find it
Is there really a light.
Some say its at the end of the tunnel.
I'll find out soon.

I found the light
It was there all around me
At the end of the tunnel
When I went away.

My way out was the light
Beckoning me back home
The light has carried me home
And out of this world.

Submitted: Thursday, July 06, 2006
Edited: Friday, August 13, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (My only way out is towards the light of death by Amy Kerswell )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Walking On The Sea, Saiom Shriver
  2. Flying Snail, Saiom Shriver
  3. No Squealing, Saiom Shriver
  4. Sacred Cows, Saiom Shriver
  5. Make your Mothers Day, Damian Murphy
  6. Good Morning, Anuradha Bhattacharyya
  7. soon to be extinct.., veeraiyah subbulakshmi
  8. On the Bed of Death, Pintu Mahakul
  9. Solitary Meanings, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  10. Heal the Mind oh Healer, Pintu Mahakul

Poem of the Day

poet George Gordon Byron

So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart still be as loving,
And the moon still be as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

 

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]