​Death of A Poet

These are the thoughts of a man drowning in the sea, What was it before me, before the meaningless life I have lived, they say life is a gift, bestowed upon by things unseen, yet loathed by the soul that must bear it, I am a man of absence, I have no passion, no desires, these words can pass no comfort to thee, nothing but the ramblings of a man drowning, drowning in the sea

I crave the silence of nonexistence, wished to never have lived, but I am a hypocrite, I hate the world and it’s darkness, I hate the life I have lived, I stand back doing nothing as I drown slowly, drowning in the sea

what am I?my purpose for being born, life’s a rose and I’ve been pricked by its thorns, sometimes piece of death is more furfilling, than the dead that go on living, is there really no saving for me, as I drown slowly at sea?

why am i selfish for others selfish sake, these words rang hollow, as despair would soon come follow, my friend death’s already too late, my death ended in mistakes, as I try to find peace mourning, Slowly drowning under the sea.