Ken

Flight

I’ve often wondered what life would be like

If I had the ability to take off in flight.

 

Soaring high above enjoying the freedom.

Forgetting life’s problems. Lord knows I don’t need’em.

 

I’ve tried to hold on to what little is left.

My life seems pointless as I endure this new quest.

 

With age upon me, younger years now past,

How long must I endure this? How long will this last?

 

Forced to live daily with stress, heartache, and pain.

They’re now my companions that drive me insane.

 

Too young to pass over; too old for another.

The darkness now comes. My soul it must smother.

 

This hole in my heart leaves a shell of a man.

Wanting death to come take me and shorten life’s span.

 

I’ve tried to hold on with head held high,

Believing it would be better. Yes, I fell for the lie.

 

Searching and planning for ways to bring forth the end.

That I may soar unto heaven to be with my best friend.

 

This lonely life that I now live

Has broken me down, nothing left to give.

 

Take your hand? Please, don’t you dare.

I’ve nothing to offer for I no longer care.

 

Stoic and numbness are now my demeanor.

Once loving and caring; now colder and meaner.

 

Bring forth the weapon for my destruction.

No help needed for this self-induction.

 

The book of life with pages worn.

Transcribed my name on pages torn.

 

The book of death with pages new.

No explanation needed; not even a clue.

 

The time has come for this life to end.

Open the heavens and let my soul in.

 

I’ve often wondered what life would be like

If I had the ability to take off in flight.

 

Soaring high above enjoying the freedom.

Forgetting life’s problems. Lord knows I don’t need’em.

Comments2

  • Danyla101

    Wonderful poem.

  • Rooster

    Like it Ken. know the feeling of thinking I'm to old to ever find someone to love deeply again. My soul "smothers" as well.



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