Picking up the residual shards
Of a failed attempt at life,
I struggle to move on,
Too often convinced
It is best to give up,
Let go.
For how much longer?
Mother-Father;
You who brought me into being,
And loved me till time's end,
Towards you my duties
remain shamefully unfulfilled.
My sisters, my blood;
If I leave you with a heavy heart,
Know a heart was too tired to carry on.
My friends, and little ones;
Grieve me not:
There shall be other things in other places
For charming momentary amusements.
And my unborn son;
Like you, my love shall remain,
Endlessly scattered in the smiles
Of the world's innocent children.
Of a failed attempt at life,
I struggle to move on,
Too often convinced
It is best to give up,
Let go.
For how much longer?
Mother-Father;
You who brought me into being,
And loved me till time's end,
Towards you my duties
remain shamefully unfulfilled.
My sisters, my blood;
If I leave you with a heavy heart,
Know a heart was too tired to carry on.
My friends, and little ones;
Grieve me not:
There shall be other things in other places
For charming momentary amusements.
And my unborn son;
Like you, my love shall remain,
Endlessly scattered in the smiles
Of the world's innocent children.
2 comments:
This made me very sad. Because I'm haunted by a similar fear, and I'm yet to realize it.
I hope you find a million reasons to be very happy... soon. :)
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