I’m Afraid to Write | Poem

I often rejoice thinking and acting,
You’ve have left forever, Deathra,
As you’re nowhere close in life, to talk about.
I wouldn’t scream I’m not in pain,
I wouldn’t tell I’m doing better than myself,
Feeling pain of leaving a life I rejoiced.
Deathra, is it too much to feel lone and empty?
Knowing there wouldn’t be any healing waiting
At the end of my journey, after hurting myself of no choice?
I’m lost in simplicity of complexities of own damnation,
Don’t come to save again! Don’t tell to live again!
I’m afraid to ask for help; it’s true, you never doubted,
Last I know, I was kept in a dark room and asked to straight my thoughts.


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