Slow Hereditary Death

by Larry   Oct 22, 2005


Remove your hands from around my neck,
I am unable to breathe!
You are making me a nervous wreck!
Why will you not simply leave?

Is this how you killed my beloved father?
I greatly perish such a thought!
I shall die regardless. So, why bother?
Is this a lesson you believe needs to be taught?

Prayer and meditation protect me to an extent.
Yet, they are far from being miracle cures!
Their calming effect slowly makes their descent;
And, for a moment, I feel somewhat safe and secure!

You may have viciously destroyed my father,
But I pray you will never destroy me!
I will not go until called by my Heavenly Father!
Then, after drawing my last breath, I shall truly be free!

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  • 18 years ago

    by Fig

    Nice poem, i like the depth ad the darkness to it.
    xxx

  • 18 years ago

    by DeathsLove

    Very beautiful and dark. 5/5
    Carly