Eternal Rest

I tip toe through life with great precision
Second guessing my every decision
Eminent danger hovers over my head
I wait for the day that I'm due to drop dead

Dying alone is my very worst fear
For who would question or shed a tear
With only the wind to see me away
I'm better off to have not lived a day

With the way I live, I'd rather not
I may as well lie down and rot.
I wonder when will be my time
For stress has depleted my prime.

Reviews

[Sid]

Very nice piece, it's pretty dark but if you think about it's also somehow beautiful in a unsettling way...great write!!

[Cwortknee]

Thank you! Sometimes the saddest of emotions are the most beautiful. Life's weird that way.

[Sid]

Words of wisdom those :)

[rmae]

It's awesome! I read all your poemsand they are all good:)

[Cwortknee]

Thank you, and I can't explain how much I appreciate you reading all of my work!

[Jack Reaper]

sad to say i relate to this fullheartedly. great flow and darkly beautiful

[Cwortknee]

I have mixed feelings about you relating to this. I'm glad I can convey the message in a way that you can understand enough to relate, and also I hate that you can relate because the worry of death is a terrible feeling. Thanks for the review, it's much appreciated.