As i look at all the graves i think about sharp blades knowing i could die is like knowing i cant fly.
As i think about taking my life i begin to thimk of a lie mom, dad it was an accident i fell and im innocent.
if i cut a little deeper i'll see the graveyard keeper, the grimreaper waits for me to say hello, i see him and i just know.
hes black as night, cold as day i fall slowly and see what my life could cost, i die slowly and my blood runs like crazy, so slowly i say, lets take the pain away.
(continued) ...as far as i'm concerned, a person's death is....for HER or HIM....the least unfortunate consequence of the death. it is MORE unfortunate if 'survivors' suffer The (bad) Consequences! ! i like the title! bri ;)
(cont.) ....i hope no readers worry that you'll kill yourself. i don't worry. i never know FOR SURE if a poet is writing about herself/himself, and even if he/she IS, the poem may not be true. BUT if these poetic thoughts are true, perhaps death is a better route than death. [i recommend counseling, at least with a person 'you' trust] (cont.) ..
i love the formation and rhyming here: if i cut a little deeper i'll see the graveyard keeper, the grimreaper waits for me to say hello, i see him and i just know. i would 'like' to see punctuation, including apostrophes where appropriate, but i had no trouble understanding/reading the poem. (cont.) ...Thanks. to MyPoemList (cont.) ...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
p.s. i plan to borrow this to display with other poems, by PH poets, in my upcoming, usually-monthly, 'showcase' for June 2018, to be found in my list of PH poems. if you have any questions, please ask. your name shall be prominently displayed as well. thanks. bri :)