Death Poem by Ann Thrope
Death
As dark and twisted as it may be,
i crave death.
I want an end to my pain,
my life,
my everything.
Nothing holds my interest
and i cannot obtain what i need.
My demise is in evitable,
as is everyone else's.
But repeated failures,
shortcomings,
and accidents
bring me to my knees.
I only want the end,
nothing more,
nothing less,
i only fear the possibility of failure at death.
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