by Once an Angel Jan 17, 2021
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
Do not ask me to live. |
by Mr. Darcy
congratulations - I really do like this. :) |
by IzL
I loved this poem. |
by Mr. Darcy
Living is hard when the reasons to choose death are compelling. Your account will certainly resonate with many readers. Why do we go on? Is it fear of death, or our fragile, yet seemingly endless hope that our meaning to live will present itself. While we struggle on, we do what we can for others, healing them and supporting them to be all they can be. Why do we do this? We are, on the whole, selfless and know that happiness is often achieved by helping others. |
Thank you for the read and comment. I think sometimes poetry exists as a place to hold the darkness we don’t want in ourselves. Maybe this poem can do that for me, and anyone else who stumbles upon it. |