Waiting for a new day to begin,
I repress my darkest feelings, deep within.
Yes, I wear my masquerade;
Perform my counterfeit charade.
No one can see the pain, I'm really in.
Waiting for a reason to go on.
I can't accept the fact that you are gone.
The tears keep welling in my eyes
and I've come to realize,
that I don't want to face another dawn.
Waiting for my courage to amass
to escape the dismal memories of my past.
I sit here trying to decide;
I'm contemplating suicide.
The wait is over--
now my life--
will end--
at last!
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Comments
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I really like this. The picture really suits the poem. great write
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i am dismayed at suicide thoughts, no matter a powerful work here..conveying depair ,good luck
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Excellet take on the prompt. A nice dark write, which I can say I've been able to relate to in the past. Well done!! Good luck in the contest!
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