Damnation Poem by Seth Kaileen
Damnation
I guess it doesn’t matter.
I have but two choices.
I have but one fate.
I can choose either.
To kill myself.
Or silently suffer.
Nothing is good for me.
I am exclusively damned.
Though I can’t understand.
If I accept my damnation.
Why do I carry on?
Why can’t I pull that trigger?
Why can’t I buy that cyanide?
What is keeping me alive?
Why do I even try?
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