Yearning to die
Why should i yearn?
I'm dry and weary, I feel like a zombie
naked inside and my blood becomes fatigued.
Even then my life i cherish, for I know that
the autumn leaves will fall and brighten
my injured heart. My thoughts cannot bring
me suicides language, I'm not a friend of evil,
yet still he tries to eat me alive. Worn-out; i can
still feel my body rigorous; my mind giving
signals to my weary body, not to give up. I did
not torture my body like they do to slaves,
suicides will cease and let it rest. I know I
can't trust in the depths of my thoughts, or the
language they speak, that all becomes a passion.
Death is a sad word, although bruised, my wound
will heal. Like the moonlight kisses the night,
I will kiss and gratify the glory of life.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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