The Wish To Vanish From Existence
No existence can be compared
to mine, it had a sad beginning...
what's looming ahead?
Doubt proceeds fear,
even more frightening is
the urge to know
and avoid another
tragedy before it occurs.
All I have left is hope,
surviving on crumbs
that even a beggar refuses;
should I slip away from existence
and leave no plausible traces?
I have built a sanctuary in which
everything is sacred: love, honor,
loyalty, trust, humility, compassion,
strength...these were the secular pillars
holding it up for a valid testimony.
The bold uses his quick thinking
to prevent total destruction;
the fearful hesitates until his courage
crumbles and gives into desperation.
I hold up the roof with my palms
with the same strength that
Hercules had, but less determined.
A last thought submerges
form my defeated fortitude:
its the wish to vanish from existence.
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