Wanting to take my own life when I realized its not my end just yet.
So that night came.
I saw the end of all light
Every next day.
As I'm stroking
Marking cut by cut
Reliving all past painful memories.
The first memory came to mind
Slowly each floated on the oceans surface.
Touching,
Screaming,
Sudden shame filled my soul,
Blaming myself for all that has happened.
Every whip
Every swift,
Sudden movement, touching skin.
To my mind and soul,
It struck me.
My end, is yet, but far still to come.
Want to review or comment on this poem?
Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Reviews of "My end, is yet, but far still to come...."
This is my personal inspirational book of poetry. It contains many poems written for family, friends, and relevant life situations. Hopefully you will find some that will encourage and inpsire you in whatever arena you are found in your circle of l