beckoning of death and the allure of thy own solace.

you wretched soul

you tortured, tormented mass of flesh

is this how you see yourself?

 

come with me, give in and just lay down.

let the calm wash over you and let the noise fade from your mind

all that you have cared about will no longer matter.

all that you loved will move on.

you are just one more statistic that will get a corner of a news paper.

 

congatulations ma'am ....its a boy

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[thenudebicyclist]

the last line signifies that no matter how many of us that are brought into this world
we will all have moments or periods of time in our lives that will make us feel that we prefer the idea of death over life. that it doesnt matter if we die.. because if we do,all that we have cared about will no longer matter..and our loved ones will move on after our passing...the body of the poem is the voice inside your head before you die...the voice that will comfort you and ease you into the bitter cold.. it is death, the voice is death and the boy that is born. is every individual that will suffer.