I Die

A dark emotional poem about suicide

I Die



I glance down, jauntily

And see the canyon, dry

Imagine what liberty lay

Ahead once I die



Hot, fatigued, sweaty I am

trudging along, I sigh

I've had enough and chosen this

as the point where I die



Those who brought me up so far

and cuddle me when I cry

have lost the talent, so they say,

would they care if I die?



Those whom I bonded with

now wave me a goodbye

They smile fondly, pray

sincerely to God that I die



Those who mock behind my back

always betray and lie

were the ones I blithely molded,

that could they deny?



Feather of friendship, Lily of love

They would remain, why,

Bleak conundrums as ever,

even when I die



Is this the end I envisaged?

No, I beg to deny

I need to get all this world has

to offer, before I die



Those around me, who are my life

To die for them, should I try?

Nay, me, for me, if that be,

Live hard before I die