Life

This is my first poem. I hope you enjoy and I will take any critique.

This is a goodbye,

although not a good one.

This is my last stance,

my last fight.

I've fought this battle we call life

for to long.

Life has won,

I have lost.

Life beat me to a pulp,

life left me for dead,

life destroyed me,

life destroyed my happiness.

Life has won,

I cannot get up from this blow.

Maybe I should let life take me,

give up.

Maybe I should get up,

fight back.

Maybe I should lie here and weep,

give in.

Or maybe I should take my own life away from life,

die.

Author's Note

Again this is my first poem, it's not great. Please be kind.