To be cognizant or not to be cognizant, that is my uncertainty:
Maybe it is more logical to continue to endure
The guns and bullets of this dreadful existence
Or to take matters into my own hands,
And put an end to it all. To perish- to slumber-
No more; and by a slumber to say we halt
The suffering, and the challenges
That we must face. This death
Is something to be desired. To perish- to slumber.
To slumber- possibly to dream: But that's my hold-up!
When in the slumber of death our dreams are no more.
When our existence sustains no more in this life,
We need to reconsider. There must be explanation
For why life's obstacles are so difficult.
People who would brunt the deceits of time,
The dictator's wrong, the cocky man's embarrassment,
The suffering of unwanted love, the law's slowing,
The sass of the administrators, and the disapproval
That waiting for benefits of the dishonored takes,
When a person may take their own life
With a piercing dagger? Who would this act impact,
To persist through this pitiful life,
But there are also the doubts after nonexistence
The unknown world, with barriers
No visitors reappear- Bewilders all,
And makes us face the fears we possess
Rather than experience the ones we do not contact?
Hence our inner voice does create weaklings of everyone
And the natural tone of boldness
Is made pale by over thinking,
And danger of strength and caliber
With this instance their hearts chance course
And choose not to exercise this- Now hush!
Beautiful Ophelia!- Angelic woman, in your prayers
Please forgive my wrongs.
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