Collection of Poetry - 7. I Cannot

I Cannot

What is death?
Is it the sweet release for which I yearn?
Is it an eternity of regret?
Or is it simply oblivion?

I stood there on that precipice,
and I longed to let myself go.
To drift through this Aeolian cosmos
on the barren winds of time

But I cannot.
Your words echo through my mind,
scathing that which I tried to hide
You made me hate myself,
and for that, even death is denied me

I want the ecstasy of release,
without the guilt of pleasure
Well I cannot,
because of you

You, humanity, are my bane
You brought me here
and yet you deny me the final step
Trapped me in the vastness between life and death

The line between light and dark is fading
The chasm is so infinitesimally close, yet so cosmically far
Peace, and all its vaunted glory, are within my grasp
But I cannot take it

My screams beat at your heartless walls
You profess to care, you profess to empathize
But you, humanity, are the downfall of humans
And I see this; and I would strike out
But I cannot

Do not weep for the dead,
Weep because I am doomed to breathe your air
Weep because I cannot escape this limbo
Weep for me, who is dammed to live