Solace in Death
February 5, 2023•156 words
Death does lurk in solace yet,
Lying about, just waiting for the right time,
He takes away what is not his,
From what is left in this life of mine.
I pray to him that it would be quick,
To escape from this world, not with any a nick,
I wish that I do not have to suffer,
Subito! In exasperation, I mutter.
I lost the fire that this life gave,
Yet it was all mine to blame,
I bit more than what I could chew,
Thinking I'd get more than I could gain.
The grave seems more comfortable than my bed,
Where silence is eternal, that I ponder,
No more do I have to struggle, my heart bleed red,
And that I can now move on forever.
And in the end, I let this morbid thought,
Empower me to write this passage,
An exploration into what may be naught,
Yet I found such profound message.