Kat Hix


Death Of Myself - Poem by Kat Hix

is sadness an ambition?
have i come to bury it
and not to mourn it

remember i
the days i woke
to depressed
self of mine
little did i pity
now that i could not
pity
no more

needless to say
i felt more dead
than i was buried
or more buried
than i was dead
either way
i was breathless
i was walking dead

sad to say
i realized
my ways
in the shoes
of another i
viewed myself
with my eyes blurry
saying goodbye at the cemetery

Topic(s) of this poem: death

Form: Carpe Diems


Comments about Death Of Myself by Kat Hix

  • E.j. Langley (12/12/2015 4:08:00 PM)


    Very well written. This style appeals to me. I will read more. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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  • Lyn Paul (12/12/2015 8:47:00 AM)


    Bursting with emotion. Holding onto to something that needs to be released.
    Excellent.
    Thank You
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  • Michael Mcparland (12/12/2015 5:28:00 AM)


    This is very nice and deeply touching. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 12, 2015



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