I've never claimed to be a poet and this is the only poem I have ever written. The day my wife moved out and I keep it as a reminder that that was the worst day of my life and I made it through it and everyday I should be thankful for everything I have and everything I am
Death
It takes so many forms
Which one will take me
A gun, a rope, nature
I hear it
Something beyond me
“Don’t struggle, I am here”
Which one is it
Darkness
I will never know
Why does this forum bring out the darkness in everyone?
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