Emotions Requiem
Sitting here now do I reflect upon my evanescent joy.
In one instant all that was for me a moments reprieve
is now but a shadow and a thought.
Is misery the new trend? Should it so willingly adhere
to my decaying flesh.
These bones are bound by a chord from which there is no
extricating.
Oh how great is this strangling misery ever
strengthened by my attempt to extenuate the damages.
An emotional Garrote to say the least.
Cease not the lilt from the lire for my sake.
No for today I will be a good soldier not a
malinger like so many.
Please just head my request should my heart fail
me now. The final Mandamus.
Turn away and see me no more. Turn from me so that
I may die silently.
The fear of living has embalmed the hope of dying.
About the Creator
Joshua Brown
I am a 19 year old aspiring author, freelancer and web-designer looking to put my Work on the Home front.
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