Dear Morning, Its rough hand brought my day to night,I surrendered to it but tried to fight,For it was late and it was right,That it was time to say goodnight,Forever a good night whatever is,Forges memories me a livid kid,And now me as a thin old man,For all my life i hid and ran,It didnt matter where i went,It followed me and was content,It chased me and poison without a hint,Leaving me with bruise and bloody dent,Now touching me I try to scream,But pain inside takes over me,For now I wish 'tis be a dream,But in a casket dead is me. Now i am alone,To recede in my sins,Quarreling with myself,Nights I cry out for help,For they mumble to me,When i try to be asleep,A sleep is my torture,Morning please release me. Yours,Deceased
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