In death there is peace.
In life there is pain.
To give up life
Is to freedom gain.
Free from my mind,
So dark and cold.
Free to let go,
To unleash the hold.
The hold of living
Which grips my chest,
Fights within me.
I need to rest.
To rest forever;
The stillness around.
Nothing to wake me,
While I’m underground.
-Celéste
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Author:
italianwoman (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 14th, 2020 12:36
- Comment from author about the poem: Trigger Warning!! ⚠️ I’m not in a good place right now, but I’m just sharing my thoughts. Please don’t read this if talk of death and suicide disturbs you.
- Category: Sad
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Comments5
A great 👍 write Italianwoman if a little sad and poignant.
May God bless you and keep you strong.
Keep writing ✍ and safe during these challenging times.
FineB
Thank you
We all have an idea of what we would like death to be like .. at the time of it I mean and also, ongoingly, after it has occurred ...
The vision you so poetically and otherwise eloquently shared with us here today is, I am sure not an uncommon one......
Thank you for posting and I sincerely wish you well my friend ..
Neville
Wow even your comment is so poetic! Thank you Neville
.................... You are really most welcome my friend ..
N 🙂
That peace may well come to you in death but it is there in life as well, stay strong and move forward and one day that peace will be within you Celeste.
Thank you 😊
but life can be fun and rewarding
But it can also be very painful and dark and pressing.
The peace of death is a fantasy. Humans are not good at cost-benefit analysis when their emotions and feeling come into play. I am honored that you chose to share these thoughts. I have now read only 4 of your poems, posted over most of a year. They are painful, beautiful, and fierce. I look forward to many more.
Thank you I just posted a new one
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