There is not a soul alive in this whole, vast universe,
That would wish for me to be here tonight-
With open hands to the sky; whose black smoke
Fades away with the coming dawn,
Within my heart is an aching song;
It plunges deep and stings my blood,
Which dances through my body as the wind
Ripples through the night sky where now I sit,
This cruel melody plays out like sullen whispers
Of dying children, in factories of torture
Breathy and dwindling in the vigour of life,
Oh in my heart it burns so greatly;
That never ending feeling, that knowing,
That these figures which surround me
Do not wish for me live here a day more,
To speak to them through uneasy tongue,
How wide is the world tonight?
I fear it shall swallow me alive, with its great extensive darkness,
And dream-like stars; they illuminate through the barren atmosphere,
They remind me that good things happen when people die
We unite with the stars in the universe,
Which is where all wish for me to be;
Alone with the stars in the spiralling sky,
Where that melancholic song within my heart
May forever cease,
All I know will be silence, a tranquil and lingering silence,
Away from those souls who wish for me to leave them,
To leave far from here,
To stay and dissolve within the stars
With my open arms, I to such a sky-
To release me from the nameless beasts
Who roam this fading world and seek to end me;
Endeavour to part ways with my sorrowful countenance.
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Poems About Death
PoetryA short collection of poems that embody the theme of death. ~by R. L. Gevaux. Read below * * * * Let me know what you think of this collection. If you like it, I can make another one, I have plenty more poems. I could make a further collection of po...
