Unrequited Lament

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about a dark subject. If you object, please pass this one over.

Submitted: May 23, 2012

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Submitted: May 23, 2012



I've thought many times about the many different ways

That I could put an end to these days.

I've thought about poisoning, I know many herbs.

I've thought about cutting, but I don't have the nerves.

I've thought about jumping, but the mess would be worse.

Thinking about Death keeps me alive.

I've too much to live for to end my life.

Someday I wanna be a wife.

I don't care about kids or cars or fancy clothes;

I just wanna have something to call my own.

Maybe some day I'll finally meet the woman of my dreams;

I could be her Queen, because she would be my everything.

If you boo; what would you do if it were you?

Would you submit to the stupidity?

Would you believe death to be serenity?

I ask earnestly,

Because you are not me

And I don't konw what you're thinking.

So neither blade nor bullet, chemical or cement,

Will bring to an end this unrequited lament.

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