Coup de Grâce
Poem
M. D. Badder
1 min read
it's cold and lifeless
this land is endless
no sound to hear no sight to see
the wind alone is all that be
sun doesn’t shine rains don’t pour
gray’s all that’s left in this whore
no vulture ‘round to feed on death
sanity gone in one last breath
the dry and brittle ground
that same old crunching sound
numbing pain
life in vain
this purgatorial hell it’s been
not deserving of the worst of men
please end it now please end it now
this eternal torment with death somehow
please end it now please end it now
so loneliness is gone somehow
please end it now
Disclaimer: This is one of those poems that's just therapeutic to write out but not act out. I have not done any of these things nor intend to. And I do not condone you doing them either. Poetry is an outlet, not a plan.
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