The Perfect Day To Die
Today would be the perfect day
To let my worries fade away
And pass into the waiting void
Beyond this life’s display.
For I had woken in a state
So free of love and free of hate
That gave my waking mind a rest
From feelings quite innate.
The air was calm and sky so blue;
I saw the starlings as they flew,
Looked at them with such wondrous eyes,
And somehow then I knew
That of all the days none would match;
Few if any would even scratch
The surface of my current state,
In which I can detach
From all the chains that bind me so
To all the joys and endless woe
Of agitated life just spent
Maintaining status quo.
Today would be the day of days
To welcome all the warm sun rays,
Release my claim upon this life,
And escape the growing haze.
Copyright © Christopher Berry | Year Posted 2011
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