Setting With The Concrete Of Death Poem by M.J. Henderson

Setting With The Concrete Of Death



As the sun rises to see another day,
My eyes close to see no more.
Because the sun is happy,
And i’m not.
While others love life,
I loathe it.
Love is the slowest form of suicide,
And i prefer quick, easy and painful.
So,
As the sun rises,
I set,
Set with the concrete of death.

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