The Man Who Loved

Are my days numbered? Can I feel them running thin? I think as my day goes along that I can feel the cold kiss of death upon brow..   or is it just me? Do I even feel the need to live any longer? What is my purpose? My only wish was to be a husband and a father.... And yet I sit here and wonder to my self why was I not good enough? What did I do wrong? I care not to live.. I do not fear death.. I rather embrace the fact of never worrying again.. but am I going to end it? That question is still up for debate in the catacombs of my mind.. 

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Kenny Knight

Mon 30th Jul 2018 08:09

Thank you all. This is the first time I've ever posted my poetry online because of fear of judgment but I'm happy with the outcome and glad to be here

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Darren J Beaney

Wed 4th Jul 2018 12:08

There is no debate - live on.
Having read your profile you have been down and reached a low (as many of us have). but things can and will go up from there - already doing so as I would like to think that your poetry and art are a step in the right direction!


Be strong, be happy, be the real you!

DJB

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Nicola Beckett

Thu 21st Jun 2018 08:39

Much love x

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Brian Maryon

Thu 21st Jun 2018 08:33

Knight - I can see from your profile you are 23, yet your poem suggests that life has passed you by. It hasn't...you've got your whole life ahead of you. Put things behind you and move forward with hope and optimism.

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keith jeffries

Thu 21st Jun 2018 08:28

Your words are very touching but rest assured that you are not alone with such feelings. You might not realise it or ever even know but to someone else your life may be of great value. Something you have said or will say may be what a distreesed soul needs to hear. We all have value. Often we never recognise it.
Thank you
Keith

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