Poem: Death’s Regret

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Death’s Regret

I tire of this death,

I am weary of destruction.

I want nothing more

than to see the end of the day out.

I wish for nightfall

and yearn for explosion.

I ache for the cavernous

to hold me without doubt.

I cannot escape seconds

having none of my own,

and time is a cruel friend

as it only ever leaves me.

Constancy is frozen,

unchanged to the bone,

but I am infinite,

an in-understandable cruelty.

I give relief to the ones that are crying.

I take away the pain of your strife.

I am locked here, while you are escaping.

I am Death. I have no such life.

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