I Will Be Free

I don’t belong here
It just doesn’t feel right
Seems like I’m out of place
Lost wanderer, alone in the night

Most people have a place.
I’ve never felt that way.
Seems like I just can’t face
Hopelessness, depression, dismay.

Loneliness. No one. Life gone terribly wrong
No brightness, constant darkness reigns.
Weakness, bleakness, days and nights too long.
A need to shed this existence’s chains

This light of mine feels need to extinguish.
Having never shone all that brightly.
Better snuffed out than allowed to languish
To sputter and glow so slightly

To go, my fate, is destinies test
Which I see as one of a possible three
One is the worst, and one is the best
And third is nothingness…setting me free

poem by David Whalen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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