Yearning to be free from this torture spree

Burning within every thing that I see

Judging every tree by how easy it'd be to

Secure a noose and end me

Swinging feet, a breathless beat

Sure would be neat

Because life ain't sweet

Every day brings me

More Misfortune to meet

As rotting meat, 

Perhaps I'd be replete

I'll be discrete

My search for peace 

will be complete

  • Author: Drewseph (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 4th, 2023 11:05
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • MendedFences27

    Scary words. I hope you're not sincere. As a poem some clever images (judging every tree, swinging feet, breathless beat, rotting meat). Stick around and write more. - Phil A.

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