Earle Brown Poet Lyric

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.

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Carolyn Devonshire July 4, 2010 at 4:09 PM Your poem is the antithesis of "Do Not Go Gently into that Good Night," Earl. When my time comes, I'll be ready too. Love, Carolyn

David Byrne July 3, 2010 at 4:59 PM Suicide should be considered very carefully!