Against My Will Poem by Marcus McKinley

Against My Will



I sit here and I
Contemplate my tortured fate
One forgotten and full of hate
One so kind it calms my nerves
A reality no one deserves

Dare I now commit to fall
In risk of love to lose it all
An undeserved and hopeless soul
An open vein and six foot hole

I sit here and I contemplate
How long will I make death wait

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