Death

my lyfe as I know it is falling apart
i wish i could be reborn-
have a brand new start
sometimes i think of death
as a precious friend
sometimes death is the road
that leads to lyfe again
to me death is an escape
from the world around me
the ones who hate me
the ones who drown me
i feel as if i'm sinking
and i can't touch ground
it is i that black death
has finally crowned.

by Laura Strom

Other poems of STROM (19)

Comments (1)

Lonely done