Death My Brother

personifications

Worried S**t,
Stupid life,
I'm ending this..
I can't just take this..

Take this any more,
Any longer,
Dragging my life,
On the floor,
in the bog,
Sinking deeper,
And deeper..

I mount on the top
Ready to jump,
End my life,
Embracing peace..
Or so I think.

I fell in a pit
Dark wall, can't get up
trying, scratching the pit,
Fruitlessly,
Knowing that I can't succeed.

Death is a brother,
Life's a enemy
Fighting Life,
with Brother in the corner
backing me,
knowing that I would loose
and will walk home with him.

But I won't,
Won't go down without a fight,
May be scared Might,
But won't go down without a fight.

And when I fall,
I'll ensure I take life's all,
Or even a bit,
Even if I do not succeed.

And then, My brother,
We will Walk together,
Arms in arms,
On the road to..
Home
 

Author's Note

I think it's bad.

Reviews

[Bhavya Kaushik]

Yeah! I really liked this piece a lot, it is so raw and vivid till the very core and thats what makes it so special.
I also appreciate the way you have personified death right from the title till the very end!
Death qualifies everyone, without any sense of castism, racism or socialism.
Here also, in some lines I found as if you are loving death more than life......Isn't it ironic anyway!
The poem concluded very well..."Home" here refers to the real world where someday we all will leave after leaving this unreal world.
Great piece of writing and very mature indeed!

[Ruth]

Bad? I like this a lot!
Emotional, powerful, potent words, imagery hits hard and the death lurking is a real reminder!
I would say this is great!
xx

[Sean Eddingfield]

Rage! Rage against the dying of the light! Die FOR something, not BECAUSE of something. Great poem.