It's just a touch
a kiss
a cut.
It won't hurt much
a little
a lot.
It seems so selfish
so stupid
so dumb.
But maybe,
just maybe,
I'm saving you all.
I'll push down my anger
my fear
no regrets.
I'll just keep on marching
keep crawling
till death.
Sometimes I get glimpses,
a butterfly,
some hope,
but then it will pass
and again
in ruins
I'll march.
JE LEEST
Poems of Death
Poëzie***TRIGGER WARNING*** Feel close to death? Maybe you're not quite as close as you think. These are poems I wrote for me and people I love; some were gifts and others are just my thoughts. These are my own words and images. Although this is for mysel...
