Perhaps Not

a short poem about life and death

I see the world

They say it is good

I do not see this

Am I the only one?

 

The hollows whisper to me

They tell me to run

“From what?” I ask

They say from myself

 

I sprint through the darkness

My naked body, wet from the puddles

The trees are cackling

I am crying

 

I am dreaming I say

To myself as I stumble

But I know I am not

This hell is life

 

I think that the rationality

Of suicide is clear

I have no steak left here

Perhaps death will give me purpose

 

Or perhaps not…

Reviews

[H-Jonesy]

this poem is hands down one of my favorits, it truly makes you think about life and what paths we decide to take. Bravo well done

[Chelsea.]

Interesting.
Kind of makes you think.
Nice work.