Poetry

 Is this a test? It has to be, otherwise i can't go on.

I have come close to the end, down beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole

Defeated

But

I'm breathing, so i guess I'm still alive.I will never find comfort here

I will never find peace within the emptiness.

My darkest moment, fetal and weeping

Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies.

Blood like rain comes down, drawn on grave and ground.

I've been crawling on my belly, wallowing in my own chaotic insecure delusions.

There is no loving embrace to see me through, this tedious path I've chosen.

There was a time the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.

The only way to fix it is to throw it all away.

I want to see the ground give way.

I'm just a worthless liar, just an imbecile.
 
                                                              Keni-Lee Flach



....This poem reflects my quotation and my short story. It continues to reflect on whether or not life is worth living, suffering, and waiting to see if it gets better. In the end of this poem, it ends up being that the person doesn't want to keep going, the person wants to just "throw it all away", and wants to "see the ground give way" but who knows what will actually happen....