Quietus: Poem I

One day will come, & I will die;
Though… if I can have one friend,
By my own side until the end;
To hold me—gently—as I die,
Then mourn me, dearly, surely I
might have not chose to die at all.

One day, I know, I’ll cease the fight,
& quit that endless callous day,
That keeps my soul an eternal prey;
Captive into an endless night.
One day, I’ll cease—to be—yet quiet,
To lastly choose to let go my soul…

One day, I’ll choose to never try
to bet on Life, Goodness, & God;
To end it by my own hands & blood.
& end those voices asking why;
To bid them each one last goodbye,
To finally, forgo, forget, and fall…

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