Strawberry Delight

Fill up my grave with shards of stone
and do not let it be thought,
that any joy in life I've known
except for what I wrought.

I don't deserve this quiet glade
nor its forgiving stillness.
I am weary. Too long I've stayed:
Life is but an illness.

Cradle me with a tender hug
and let me sleep forever.
With a ferocious final tug
these mortal bonds I'll sever.



Poetry by An-ders
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Written on 2007-09-21 at 11:13

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
It's sad to think of Life as a virus and death it's only cure,
You express it elegantly. Regards Alan
2024-06-10


Doreen Cavazza
Mmmm....nice. Makes me think of autumn, emptiness, sadness. It's haunting and leaves an impression.
2009-10-16


kristallkross
nice way of making suicide sound like a well-thought decision. very beautiful poem.
2009-06-09


Dee Daffodil
Ohhhh...sadly chilling. That one could embrace death so bravely...speaks to the soul.
Hugs,
Dee
2009-01-26