Alone To Die
Is it so wrong, To wish an ease, Of feeling alone. Wanting of feelings shared, Someone to listen, To know someone cares. An ease of night, Weighing darkness, Absence of light. A hunger stilled, To be held close, A moment forfilled. A path ever walked, Alone, in shadows, Where no one talked. To fine rest, A tired spirit, Claimed by death. Let it then end, Hold me close, Plunge the knife in, Written January 22nd, 2002 © on Jan 22 2002 01:48 PM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 1
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Is it so wrong,..."