To DustA Poem by Joseph Mulpeter"Suicide doesn't end the chances of life getting worse, it eliminates the possibility of it ever getting better." - Unknown
excruciating pain that fills my lungs, that some call air it's the thing that can both save and kill me if I breath in the fumes that encompass me, the fumes that are carried into this car by wedging a pipe into the exhaust and in through the car window, would that be an easy way out? When I'm gone don't pray, don't mourn my loss, because it's not my loss, it's my gain the quicker I am to dust, the quicker I am at peace. Am I cheating if I skip to the end? Will I be remembered for my life, not my death? I start the clock and roll up the window, the carbon monoxide that surrounds me begins to thicken, my breathing begins to slow my life doesn't flash before me, but my decision does this is a mistake as my body becomes weak, I accept my fate body still, smoke suffocating my lungs I am nothing, I am to dust
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6 Reviews Added on October 17, 2017 Last Updated on October 17, 2017 Tags: #todust, #suicide#expression#poem#life#da AuthorJoseph MulpeterManchester, United KingdomAboutMy name is Joseph Mulpeter. I am 25 years old from England. Besides photography, my other passion is writing. I'm currently writing a novel which will be posted once written. I enjoy expressing myself.. more..Writing
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