Death
poem by:
Celeste Gaffney
Written
on Jan 21, 2015
Death, what a mysterious thing. I hope to soon figure out. You see, this earth dark and cruel yet so beautiful, just isn't for me. I long for a feeling to feel alive, but Why not die and be what i already feel. The ways i could end my life dont seem to leave my brain. So maybe its meant to be. What it would be like to be murdered or even hung doesn't scare me, i find it quite exciting. Living in this world only makes me wish i was dead even more. The faces i see and the feelings i get, i hate. When i take a substance is when im happy to be alive but thats only because i feel like im dying, and i know slowly i am. I feel like a coward for still being here and im pretty sure I've gone completely mad. So what will it take for what's inside me to be all let out and buried under the ground, or even burned with my ashes blowing in the wind landing safely on this sacred ground.
Tags: sad, depressing, deep, pain, dark,
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Q. Ramirez commented:
Celeste, you definitely have a dark side. All your poetry is strangely sad but hopeful. I like it and want to see more. You inspired me to post a poem about Death I wrote long ago "I Am Told".
Edward shields
commented:
Get the needle out of your arm and your poetry will become clearer.
Frank Hornby .
commented:
Too depressing.....I love life .. It's so precious...no time for suicdal thoughts!.....a very sad person indeed ....
