The End
The boat was bobbing at its mooring
Waves gently against its hull, nudging;
For the rocks below, as inviting could be,
Had begun its fathomless call beckoning me..
Started my existence, in the depth of darkness
At the peak of emotion, in the cover of darkness
Lived a life, fairly eventful
For I have seen 'em all,
Unconcerned ears, accusing minds, scrutinizing sight,
Unimaginable pain, limitless rage, never ending fright;
All this while, I knew not how they survived
They at ease, I on fire on the outside..
For I know someday all will decay.
There's nothing that will forever stay.
All will be lost, all will fall,
Not a shadow of memory shalt I recall..
Guaranteed, I know I'll regret it some day
But I wonder, did it have to end this way?
They'll say I died 'cause of suicide,
For little will they ever know,
That I had died deep inside a long long time ago.
Not by knife, nor not by rope
But everyday 'cause of this life or death chore.
Is it wrong that I wished for a little more;
A little more love, a little more affection?
As I spread both my arms and fell
I smiled as death smiled back at me
Life has stopped ticking
I felt no pain, no remorse, no more.
Heaven or hell bound? Hell, definite.
Sinned, I have all my life.
Would this one last sin matter?
Would it?
poem by Nivea Antony
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