On the Brink of Death

Reminding myself to stay strong,
Has never felt so wrong
For, now my mind is gone,
But I must keep hanging on

Inside I have an urge
To let myself converge
With the me that’s on the verge
Of losing my urgent surge

I’d hate to loose control
And finally just go
Down the other road
Where my soul is pulled to go

Now I see light
On the other side
Wanting to be pulled toward the bright
Where my soul will hide

I’ve been put through the test
And now my soul can rest
Without the simple pest
Of ignorance at it’s best
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Um...this is my first poem. It'd be much apreciated if you could leave a comment telling me if you think I'm good at this or not/if I should write some more poems or not (: Thanks

Oh and...in case you couldn't figure it out, this poem is about death.

~Kylie