The Death Of Me Poem by Pezz McEwin

Life is the death of me
People tell me what to be,
They give me their religion
Coming at me without condition,
No time for this spiritual game
Or any other type of fame,
All I want is to live peacefully
Inside perfect harmony,

Life will be the death of me
Nothing holding on to me,
No one trying to hold me back
Or pin me to the wall; a tack,
People bustling all about
Just as if their was a drought,
No one even noticed me
This is why life killed me,