Cliffhanger Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Will I sprout or will I die?
Will I fail or germinate up high
The answers here, are mixed in rhymes
Riddles and puzzling words—
Read between the lines
There is a message;
I bleed with the earth
I feel myself sinking
Only God knows my worth
Suicide sounds special, extraordinary—a dream.
What does death stand for anyway—
What in God's name does it mean?

Read the next chapter.
You'll have to, I suppose
As my scars unravel
And my soul is exposed…


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