* * *
I've escaped the allurement of death,
more then once.
Being subservient to the thoughts,
and obsession of suicide.
My mind playing,
only devious and pestilential thoughts.
~ ~ ~
Feeling the need to succumb.
Beseeching God,
to take all this anguish away.
Almost complying to the thoughts,
of giving in.
But feeling the infirmities,
of all the love that surrounded me.
I gave in and found help,
within many people who only cared.
~ ~ ~
I escaped,
the inundated feeling of stress and pain.
Big amounts of consternation,
came with trying to escape all of this.
Feeling wretched all the time,
only to escape to a more eternal peace.
~ ~ ~
Being arbitrated,
by to many people.
Many trying to empower this escape of mine,
only making me run away more.
Wishing to be immaculate again.
I only tried to escape,
my life and so much more.
: : end: :
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lucky you, have you got their number? Just jesting. Great poem. Well done. 10 from Tai