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Euthanasia
Set me free from the torment I feel.
Let me leave this vile sickly world.
Every night I fall asleep to the feel of death.
I did not choose to be born into this life.
But I can choose to die and leave it.
I am stuck here and can never be cured.
My mind and body feeble with hatred.
No compassion for others any more.
Caring gets you nowhere.
Set my spirit into the void.
I will leave this weak and bruised body.
My human form so flawed and so demanding.
Life is nothing but a passing strain.
Death is the only freedom from torture.
Let me leave this vile sickly world.
Every night I fall asleep to the feel of death.
I did not choose to be born into this life.
But I can choose to die and leave it.
I am stuck here and can never be cured.
My mind and body feeble with hatred.
No compassion for others any more.
Caring gets you nowhere.
Set my spirit into the void.
I will leave this weak and bruised body.
My human form so flawed and so demanding.
Life is nothing but a passing strain.
Death is the only freedom from torture.
Published 1st Jan 2018
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1st Jan 2018 4:35am
I know not if this is a form of venting or an actual consideration or purely poetic, but the pain is reminiscent to that of my own tortured soul. I am thankful that I stayed the course of my blows and beatings to make it to another reality:however, I'm aware I do not know your pain or state. Regardless, well said write.
1st Jan 2018 5:15pm
Thank you. It's more just poetic than anything else. It doesn't resemble any real consideration, just thoughts and observations. Glad you liked it.
9th Jan 2018 6:37am
fascinating write - I have already decided on a death with dignity - sometimes death is a blessed release
excellent write :-)))
excellent write :-)))
9th Jan 2018 11:03pm
