I Think of Death

The darkness engulfs me. I succumb to the eerie mood of the place. I think of Death.

The world overwhelms me. It does not give me time to breathe. It throws at me stone by stone, brick by brick; what my poor hand can only handle. But it gives up. It stops catching. It stops.

The world overwhelms me. I would want to scream out loud and free all this pain. But I am tired. I am forlorn. I have given up. I am done.

The world overwhelms me. I try and stop. Maybe I am just in a frenzy. Maybe this will all come to pass. I hope it will. I only wish it will.

The world overwhelms me. I am lost. I am frightened. I am searching. I am gone. I try and find my way but I only trip and lose balance. And I am lost again.

The world overwhelms me. And I think of death. Where else can I run too? My oasis would be to stop breathing. And so I think of death. 

I wake up only to want to close it again. I think of death. 

I think of death and its freedom. I think of death and its hope.

I think of life but it leads me to death. 

I think of life. I ask, is it worth it? 

I think of death. I ask, is this right?

I think of death and succumb to life.