Many a time, I woke up in mornings
That took me home even before brushing my teeth
I feel that my supplication last night was not an utter failure
And yet, that was not fully granted too!
And all I remember is the morning tea, with optimum milk and sugar
That never is a total perfection!
And the prisoner will be asked about the death wish
To surmise, the answer will be, “I yearn for relishing mangoes.”
“The mangoes would be available in the local fresh farm, after six months.”
They said.
The prisoner sufficed, “I do not mind waiting a bit more!.”
There was an old battle scarred bear, one day the old bear slowly dragged himself out of the woods to die.
Two young hunting dogs saw him and they attacked him.
All the old bear wanted was to die, but the bear reared up and fought the dogs off.
With all the strength that was left within himself he chased them away, then he layed himself down on a hillside and he died.
One might ask-if the bear wanted to die then why did he fight the dogs off, why didn't he let the dogs just finish him off.
Because the old bear wanted to die with dignity, and there's no dignity in giving up, when you have the slightest strength left within you, remember that.
What really makes patients gasp for air?
How far blaming poor oxygen’s fair?
Go right unto root’s core
And a ship comes to shore:
Hospital bills do have giant’s share.
Still deeper should ye pore,
Bleeding cause comes to fore:
Dearth of hope and death-wish of despair!
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Happenings |21.05.2021|
Poet’s note:
One might feel that a limerick form for a subject matter so serious like this is not quite appropriate. Maybe, but I feel: one should not under-estimate the reach of limericks, extended as this one is or not.
It is a moot question, how much our hospitals and hospices, especially private, care to do all that would sustain patients’ hope, and less said about their bills the better. In the absence of the lifeline of hope, the death-wish of despair sets in.
Death wish
By Michelle Morris
29/06/2020
I'm falling; falling down...
My feet no longer touch the ground...
I'm not anchored to anything anymore...
Free-falling towards heaven's door...
I'm waiting; waiting still...
For an angel to tell me God's will...
I'm so lost in the in between...
Wishing heaven was no longer a dream...
I'm wishing; wishing now...
To be in heaven, my soul sound...
I'm no longer interested in earthly ways...
Too much sorrow overshadowed my days...
I'm praying; praying still...
For God to take me as His will...
I'm yearning for the peace...
That only sweet death can release...
© Michelle Morris, 2020
How I wish to be a flame
To enlighten those in the dark
To grow to a fire to char -
The evil designers on earth
But I am just a man among the wolves
I succumb to their rules
And they spit fire on my face
To blind and slave my self to their side.
How I wish to be a stream
Quenching the thirsty
To grow to a flood and-
To drown those covetous planners.
But I am just a man among the wolves
Those who bottles even the rivers
And serve venom in lovely wraps
And we succumb to their deals.
How I wish to be a morning breeze
To cool the broken hearts
And to grow to a storm
To wipe away those rape mother earth.
But I am just a man among the wolves
Jailed with burdens of an existence
Almost bent with heavy shoulders
With weight of budget they brought.
I know my wishes are futile
I would go to the earth where I belong
To nestle in her womb again
As the gentle peace ascends.
Death Wish.
Do we have them?
Are they real?
How do you get one?
Death Wish.
Does it make sense?
Is it what we strive for?
Is it a good thing?
Death Wish.
I thought only crazy people thought like that.
Death wish?
That's nuts!
Who would want death?
But then I had a bad wreck.
I remember thinking, "God, I've had a great life, I know
I'm going to die, but it's okay."
Only it wasn't.
Because I walked away.
And believe it or not, and I would have
never believed this if it had not
happened to me....
I felt disappointed,
because in one split second I expected
to die; and my abject instant post-non-death- feeling
was SEVERE disappointment.
Death Wish means to me something
totally different after that wreck.
It means that my spirit self, my true
self, my self that will go back to God or
the source, or the light, knows that there
is something glorious waiting.
Death Wish for me is okay.
Comforting even.
I never thought I could feel that way,
but I do.
I've killed a man
It's sad but true
For what he's done
Could have happened to you
I've killed him not
With gun nor knife
But with my thoughts
He has no life
I hate him now
And forever more
Because his love
Shouldn't be a chore
Wind my brain,
Toy with my heart,
Drown me in sarrow,
Pretend i`m not here,
ou lie, you cheat, the pain you create,
A voice, a sign,
So long i await,
A cold steel scythe ,
Rusty chains and an old iron gate,
Patiently I was for god to choose my fate,
For help in life to find a happy place
My heart stopped winding, no more trace
Fuel is blood and mine has ran dry
Flashback, throwbacks no longer will I cry
No beating just bleeding on the inside out
It's over, game over the cogs have finished turning
No memory going crazy until my final drop
Stay with me, don't leave me, wait for my heart to stop
I wish to die with your arms holding me
with my head lying on your chest
being comforted by the warmth of your breasts
making my heart shout you are the dearest
I wish to die with your name being the last to mention
so that the whole world can know you are my miss
i wish to die with your lips being the last to kiss
because only then will i rest in peace
I wish to die with you being the last to see
so that i can take your image with me
in heaven or hell i will use it as my profile picture
and whenever i see it i will always remember
I LOVE YOU
The way to go out:
Shot by a jealous husband
At ninety years old!
A fragile mind breaks
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber
Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow
Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind
Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears
The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more
DEATH WISH HAIKU (AS Musical History of Cigarettes)
L.S.M.F.T.
Snooky Lanson sang it clear
smoke in every ear.
From your Hit Parade,
Frank Sinatra blew the words one time
Didn't Fence Him In.
Dorothy Collin's voice
America there's only one to smoke
Lucky Strike's the one.
Drifting up her nose
pulling smoke into her lung
biting on her tongue
what is she doing?
coffins closing in with nails
death as slow as snails.
Do you want a Lucky?
More satisfaction pleasure
undertakers measure.
Camel smoke was nil
More Doctors smoked Lucky Strikes
Than Mike Hammer smoked.
Nicotine all day
tie hers up in Christmas bows
blow it out her nose.
Free on Navy ships
Sailors never saw the light
Though the match was free.
Used and betrayed,
Alone an unloved.
This is how I see myself.
Everyday I struggle,
To make it further and further in this life.
I don't know how much longer I will make it.
This is how I feel,
Each and everyday,
Living a lie,
People see happiness in me,
When really this is all just a show,
I hate every little thing about me.
I really just cant wait till the day,
The day I finally die,
And all this pain is gone.
My death wish
Death may come faster
Than I expected,
Family,
I know I am nothing but a burden,
I can see it in your eyes.
Please stay away from my funeral
With your vial tongues
Your insane minds
and your want for attention.
When my death comes
Please look at my body,
See what you have done,
Years of depression
With illegal drugs in my lungs,
Alcohol in my throat
and scars all over my body.
As your mind wonders
Go find my father
That I've been wanting to meet for fifteen long, painful years,
Tell him I'm finally gone
and that he can burn in Hell for leaving me stranded for so long.
This may seem harsh,
But who said life was always pleasant?
A death wish, a death wish,
it glistens in my eye.
A death wish so beautiful, I just dont wanna try.
It whispers my name, and holds my thoughts at night,
So warm it welcomes, everything feels right.
So now to all the haters, waiting for my suicide,
I guess you got your wish because
My tears run dry tonight.
And now to all my lovers,
Although I have so few,
Realize the truthful facts,
I stayed alive for you.
Now it's finaly over,
time to say goodbye,
Funny thing I'd feel the same on any other night.
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