Let Me Go Swiftly.
Worn out – with no more fight –
and Shredded on the sharp edges of the struggle
is my existence.
If I have one more chance to change
I would let that chance go by,
'cause this the day I chose to die.
Let me not feel this nothingness.
Feed me to the gulf of sweet eternal sleep;
expire me swiftly.
Take away this numbness,
let me go quietly
into the peace perfect peace.
Copyright © Earle Brown | Year Posted 2010
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