Feeling The End Poem by Daya Nandan

Feeling The End



An empty room and emotionless walls,
All too familiar as darkness crawls,
A mundane routine both day and night,
The same old feeling in darkness and light,

Empty and emotionless is the way i feel,
In darkness and silence these devils deal,
As another silent day goes by,
Another day i pray and ask god why,

Such darkness within will consume one's soul,
Such hollowness and evil might swallow me whole,
Such thoughts as i lay here like an emotionless doll,
Living in silence through every night fall,

A lonely survivor through every dusk and dawn,
The ugly duckling that will never become a swan,
In sadness i linger as it gets worse than before,
In this void i wait for death to open his door,

A blackness within fills my dying heart,
An evil aura spreads as my doom begins to start,
This evil inside lives on and will never fade,
In loneliness and sadness my emotions are made,

Tarnished is my soul in darkness and despair,
Eating me inside with little life to spare,
A fake smile outside i carry everyday on my face,
Only to return back to the darkest place,

Death no longer scares me, i am not afraid,
It cuts my insides silently like a well sharpened blade,
Hence, it slowly engulfs me this disease of all evils,
And laughs the demons above, those waiting devils,

Maybe its me or maybe its because life is unfair,
Maybe its to late, the damage is something i cannot repair,
As i lie here i let out my silent scream,
Feeling the end, dying in a dream,

As the silenced world ignores my cries,
Blacker they get each day the untamed skies,
And now i lay here pondering of the past,
How did life evoke sadness so vast?

It gets harder as this evil begins to spread,
Holding on to earth burning my dread,
I can't take much more of what the devils give,
To be remembered for death not the way you live,

And maybe one day if i am to die,
Some one i know might roll a tear from their eye,
So, here i lay in blackness as the one and only,
The man fighting in silence with a heart so lonely,

Though hope is dim with little to be said,
i'll use what strength i have and fight before i am dead,
And lies little hope in my heart for an answer,
A cure for a dying man with stage 4 cancer.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: cancer,death,fear,sadness
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