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My Lifeless Body
I'm gonna die soon. I can feel
it. The stony realisation dwelling
deep within my soul. Well, what's
left of it. I'm gonna die soon if I
keep living this way. If I keep
putting others before myself. I've
all but used myself up. Wasted
my energy on those who don't
deserve it.
How did she die, Mr. Coroner?
She cared too hard, Sarg
That's what they'll say about me
when they find my drained, lifeless
body on the floor. When they feel
that my skin is colder than marble.
When they shake their heads and
ask how such a woman could let
something like this happen.
I'm on the edge of death. And why?
Because I've cared too hard and for
too long for those who don't even
care. Because it's impossible to care
after all of it. But most of all, because
I have nothing left to give anymore.
it. The stony realisation dwelling
deep within my soul. Well, what's
left of it. I'm gonna die soon if I
keep living this way. If I keep
putting others before myself. I've
all but used myself up. Wasted
my energy on those who don't
deserve it.
How did she die, Mr. Coroner?
She cared too hard, Sarg
That's what they'll say about me
when they find my drained, lifeless
body on the floor. When they feel
that my skin is colder than marble.
When they shake their heads and
ask how such a woman could let
something like this happen.
I'm on the edge of death. And why?
Because I've cared too hard and for
too long for those who don't even
care. Because it's impossible to care
after all of it. But most of all, because
I have nothing left to give anymore.
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