Being Alive - Poem by Robert Kallend
Each day that passes is harder to bare,
This sense, this feeling, each breath of air.
Waking up to this sense of dread,
My mind it's broken, disconnected within my head.
As cold water cascades down my weary face,
Hiding and coveting tears within water's trace,
I question as to what and why,
It really would be like to die.
For the eternal end that comes to us all,
Stopping life in it's tracks like a stone brick wall.
A temporary fascination that I can't ignore,
And one of which I do implore,
To come ever faster so that I
Can end my life, my last goodbye.
But that is not what I wish to express,
And further more I do but stress
That such a dilemma is one big mess.
Life is long but also short,
live it now, before I can say
'il et mort.'
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