• chidera 10w

    I am not afraid to die -
    It’s what I’ve always held.
    That’s why I can open my door
    At witching hours with just my pjs

    My body is the scared one
    When I set the plans in motions
    She takes the drivers seat to safety
    With great pain, she overpowers me

    I take in my plans
    But she never really lets them sit
    She causes a ruckus, one painful too
    And purges them out of her home.

    I recently read a book
    It was a book about love and life
    But in it, i found the reason why
    I could never resist her power.

    In a journey to please my fantasy
    I found the cure to my misery
    In a bid to see some sunshine
    I found the end to the grey.

    It’s been 13 days
    And I have done nothing
    I found my eureka
    But I haven’t tested it.

    It is very unusual of me
    I always act on impulse
    At a shot to freedom
    But yet, I hesitate.

    The reason why
    I really can’t say
    I guess the finality of it
    Gives a different feeling.

    I am a coward
    My body is a fighter
    I always jump off heights
    And she always save me.

    But this time, it’s amiss
    I should be at peace
    But I’m on a bed in a room
    Contemplating what I already know

    Little one’s chanting in my head
    “Hacerlo, hacerlo, hacerlo”
    Glistening with excitement,
    “We’re finally going to play!”

    I know the cure
    I know the anti-antidote
    I see the paved roadway
    I see the end and beginning

    I should be packing my bags
    And preparing my goodbyes
    But I am stuck as though cemented
    And lost at what is that is to be done.

    Is this bravery
    Or is this cowardice?
    Do I want to keep walking
    When I’m so close to flying?

    CN



    13.11.20
    13:35

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    Is this bravery
    Or is this cowardice?
    Do I want to keep walking
    When I’m so close to flying?

    CN