Death Sentence

This storm shall never cease,
It consumes and consumes, never satisfied,
It will see that I am removed entirely,
My taint shall be scrubbed from this plane,
This storm has proclaimed judgment, found me guilty,
Now it becomes an executioner to annihilate and cleanse.

I give myself over now, no thread bare hope left,
The last of me frays, slipping, wearing away,
Would that I could cleanly snapped and be done,
Perhaps that is too kind a sentence for one as me,
I shall wear away, buffeted, drowned, stoned and burned,
Until finally I am simply no more, gone.

I believe the skies will clear on that day,
The sun shall finally grace the space I once occupied,
The moon’s silver cast will someday dance here again,
The air will be cleaned of my foul scents,
All those touched my the mar of me shall slowly return,
That is the only solace I have left to me as I gladly fade away.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

i agree with friend Doodley ..and all he said
one should always looks for the bright side and fight and fight till the very end..
thats how humans are you should never let go..
i was taken by the strong words though so very sad,so sad that it should not be this way
humans are very strong ,you should fight to the very end
anyway this was a very strong writing

[humbleServant]

I agree with Doodley! very affecting!

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A very affecting write, Poetic.

The sense of helplessness and loathing is palpable in this piece. Sometimes we reach a point in our life where our struggles tend to outweigh any worthwhile peaks of positivity. At such moments we suffer under the weight on our shoulders and in the recesses of our darkness we long for the torment to be over. It is a perilous state to find oneself in. The easy way out is not necessarily the best option. It is so important to always get ourselves up off the canvas and try, try again. For soon the darkness will be shattered and the true light will reappear in our lives. And then we will be grateful for our struggles and for overcoming our trials.

One does not need death to occur for clear skies to bloom. For they will bloom in life. If we desperately want them to.

Keep trying. Keep fighting for the bloom. For darkness is eternal. And darkness is no friend.

A profound piece of writing. Affecting and boldly written.