Dear Death
You come wrapped in different parts I discover
It hurts Dear Death
Considering you over another
For whilst fond of sleep
There will be no more dreams
I will only cease to feel
The brittle lisp of trying to walk in keeping with all the happy souls who stave off doing your bidding
As i blunder toward the front of the line
Trying to fast forward our cessation
A voice asks me
Why do you not appreciate life?
I could never explain
Born with a hole in myself
No amount of repair sewed together
The pieces of me I needed to prosper
Thriving is not innate
Some do not know how to face
Living
They exist in absentia
Behind walls and inside boxes
So much time can pass and you wouldn’t even know
They could be your sad faced neighbor
Cutting herself with the paring knife
Getting blood on the salad leaves
Passing it off as beetroot
She drowns herself in every bath
Swallows all the pills in the cupboard
Gases the garage
Throws knives at her running figure
To strike out that tumour
Though it grows
Defeating her
Gnawing her defense to dust
Can you not understand?
The sorrow of those who
Fall short of finding reason
Staring at high bridges
Wanting the pain to stop
They let go
TheFeatheredSleep 
‘Born with a hole in myself’ —that’s a killer line.
“Staring at high bridges to end the pain” only love for those ever feeling this way.
The writing is beautiful but I know those bridges far too well and the well of pain that makes us stand there looking into the abyss
Love the darker aspect. Beautifully descriptive. 😊
Oh this killed me! I’m having one of those days.
Living is expensive and yet life it seems is cheap….. The smallest act of obedience is better than the best of intentions.We can look into the eyes of some of the most desperate people in the world and around us-.and not even notice the pain and desperation it brings. A darkness so black that it consumes you completely. We only need the faith to believe that we can make a difference in some ones life. Faith is dead to doubts, dumb to discouragement,blind to impossibilities and knows nothing but success. It starts with me ! Thank you !
This……..this was powerful Candice. I think…… I feel……..I need to unplug
Goodness, this is powerful.
This is especially striking:
“Cutting herself with the paring knife
Getting blood on the salad leaves
Passing it off as beetroot”
this is a powerful steam roller of a poem.
Having once stood in such a dark place, wanting to befriend death, this was a painful read. How I want to tell the narrator that those holes we imagine we have are only shadows, and we live in a world filled with light if we only dare to crawl toward it.
Thank you so much! Members of my family have let go. I pray for them to have found the peace solace they could never find here. As one who falls short of finding reason, you once again go beyond touching my heart. Thank you!
I wonder how many if not all at one time or another have not stood on the precipice over looking the abyss, almost ready to lean in, take the fall, and end the pain? But the thought that ending personal pain would in turn create pain for others was the deal breaker? What a gift you have! I’ve decided to call your gift a heart and soul paintbrush because your words so accurately paint a picture of what one’s heart and souls feels.Je t’aime! 🙂 ❤
‘They exist in absentia , Behind walls and inside boxes’
This is one hell of a powerful ode !
Soulfully written my friend. Healing and recovery never happens without experiencing some pain and heartache ღ
So insightful
Lovely and intriguing.
A voice asks me
Why do you not appreciate life?
I could never explain
Born with a hole in myself
No amount of repair sewed together
The pieces of me I needed to prosper
Mind blown! Another favorite poem of mines by you.
I can relate so much to this. Excellent writing.
The passion in your words floors me. There are so many lines I can relate to but, “The sorrow of those who fall short of finding reason”, these words hit home
Nice 🙂
Thank you very much!
This is so lovely and morbid… I resonate so much. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you! I am a secret fan of morbid so I hear you! xo