Yearning To Die Poem by Elena Toledo

Why should i yearn?

I'm dry and weary, I feel like a zombie

naked inside and my blood becomes fatigued.

Even then my life i cherish, for I know that

the autumn leaves will fall and brighten

my injured heart. My thoughts cannot bring

me suicides language, I'm not a friend of evil,

yet still he tries to eat me alive. Worn-out; i can

still feel my body rigorous; my mind giving

signals to my weary body, not to give up. I did

not torture my body like they do to captives,

suicides will cease and let it rest. I know I

can't trust in the depths of my thoughts, or the

language they speak, that all becomes a passion.

Death is a sad word, bruised, my wound

will heal. Like the moonlight kisses the night,

I will kiss and gratify the glory of life.