in the theme of retro poems, as in ones we wrote long ago, a repost of one of my more "hard hitting" poems, just incase some of you havent seen it before.




my age is catching up on me,
i can no longer hold back time,
im die-ing more and more daily,
a penance for my crime.

my crime is against my person,
self inflicted harm and pain,
for i know the damage i do to myself,
but i do it all the same.

no words of wisdom can help me,
there are no actions to rectify,
i must just continue blindly,
untill finally i die

but death will be a blessing,
a final resting place for me,
no more my mind in turmoil,
will i finally be free.

no more need to get wasted,
no need to numb the pain,
no more reasons to block out memories,
no need to drink again.

but no more smiling children,
no more "cuddles for you dad"
this is the reason i cant pull the trigger,
the only reason i ever had.

so i have to weigh up all the options,
have to balance love and pain,
sitting here contemplating,
its enough to go insane,

life is not a fairy tail,
theres no happy ever after,
but one thing that i know is real,
i love the sound of laughter.

so as im sitting here at night,
with a glass of death in hand,
thinking of the grand scheme of things,
im just a grain of sand,

but in certain lives i mean so much,
something i just cant betray,
so for now ill keep on living,
if only for one more day.

Great, great poem! Cheers!
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