Death’s Kiss

As I lay in bed

I cannot ignore the weight of dread

for the months ahead

I practice being in the moment instead

Yet… it will not get out of my head

Spring is a time of life

For me,

it is strife

I question if I’d be better off dead


The doctor has said

Is that why I see red?

These thoughts lead up to

moments in time

A past I cannot rewind

A life I’d rather leave behind

Sobriety I celebrate

Myself, I berate

My depression

never late

Always waiting and ready to turn off the lights

I do not look forward to April nights

Exhausted from this fight

I haven’t the might

Clinging tight to my flag of white

When does this cycle take flight?

As my grip slips

my serration dips

The taste sadness upon my lips

Dare I call it death’s kiss

Perhaps it is me

it will miss

7 Replies to “Death’s Kiss”

  1. Wow. That is amazing. I loved it. You had me with every word. Very captivating. I could relate to all of it. You are very talented. Bravo my friend. I hope you are feeling better. Be well. Much love and hugs, Sue


      1. That’s okay. I understand being slow to repsond. I have been doing that a lot lately as well. I pray your delayed response is from being so darn busy living well that you did not have time to write on your blog. Much love always, Sue


  2. This poem captures depression so well. It is sad, but it also has a vein of hope running through it, or it did to me. Depression sucks.


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