Death Poem by Iraj Hammad

I don't want to cry anymore
My eyes are hurting
My throat is sore.
There is nobody here
And I can't bear
The pain
The taunts,
That would make
My life, worst
All the more.
And I know
That the only key
To the door of freedom
Is Death!

Death can be the other option
But, I am already done.
I have tried so many times now
But how?
How can I turn it,
To something new?
To something enduring?
It's hard for me to bow
Infront of the life,
That was never mine.
This life stabs like
A sharp knife,
It opens up the wounds
That were never mine.
The only medicine
To calm this mind
Is Death!

Life has given me
Nothing,
Nothing at all
To make me crave
For this life again.
The only aero-plane
To the world of happiness
Is Death!