Upon a hanging Body
Angel of Death
- Jan 5, 2025
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The weight of this life has pressed too hard,
the nights too long, the suffering too sharp.
I have tried to hold on,
to find light in the cracks of the world,
but every glimpse of it fades
before I can reach it.
Do not follow me.
Do not try to pull me back.
This path is mine alone,
and I walk it quietly
because the darkness I carry is mine to bear.
I loved, even when it hurt.
I laughed, though it was fleeting.
I dreamed, though dreams could not save me.
Every memory I leave behind
is a fragment of who I was,
a shadow of the soul you once knew.
If you feel my absence,
know it is not because I wanted to hurt you,
but because I could not remain.
I am slipping away, slowly,
like dusk swallowing the last light of day,
and there is no hand to catch me.
Remember me in the small things...
the quiet laughter, the stolen smiles,
the moments when I seemed almost at peace.
Those are the pieces of me
that survive the leaving,
the fragments I leave behind for you.
The nights will hold me now.
The wind will carry me past streets and faces,
past windows where life goes on unaware.
I will not call.
I will not return.
I will exist only in the spaces
you cannot touch,
in the quiet corners of your memory
where sadness lingers.
I leave this world behind,
but not completely.
I leave it in the spaces between heartbeats,
in the hush of a quiet room,
in the trembling pause of a falling leaf.
If you look closely,
you may feel me
for a moment,
just before I disappear entirely.
And when I am gone,
know that it was not hatred that drove me,
nor anger, nor malice.
I leave because the suffering never ended,
because the weight of it became unbearable,
because the nights grew too long
and I needed to step into the silence
that the living cannot reach.
The bus arrives.
I am leaving.
I am gone.
the nights too long, the suffering too sharp.
I have tried to hold on,
to find light in the cracks of the world,
but every glimpse of it fades
before I can reach it.
Do not follow me.
Do not try to pull me back.
This path is mine alone,
and I walk it quietly
because the darkness I carry is mine to bear.
I loved, even when it hurt.
I laughed, though it was fleeting.
I dreamed, though dreams could not save me.
Every memory I leave behind
is a fragment of who I was,
a shadow of the soul you once knew.
If you feel my absence,
know it is not because I wanted to hurt you,
but because I could not remain.
I am slipping away, slowly,
like dusk swallowing the last light of day,
and there is no hand to catch me.
Remember me in the small things...
the quiet laughter, the stolen smiles,
the moments when I seemed almost at peace.
Those are the pieces of me
that survive the leaving,
the fragments I leave behind for you.
The nights will hold me now.
The wind will carry me past streets and faces,
past windows where life goes on unaware.
I will not call.
I will not return.
I will exist only in the spaces
you cannot touch,
in the quiet corners of your memory
where sadness lingers.
I leave this world behind,
but not completely.
I leave it in the spaces between heartbeats,
in the hush of a quiet room,
in the trembling pause of a falling leaf.
If you look closely,
you may feel me
for a moment,
just before I disappear entirely.
And when I am gone,
know that it was not hatred that drove me,
nor anger, nor malice.
I leave because the suffering never ended,
because the weight of it became unbearable,
because the nights grew too long
and I needed to step into the silence
that the living cannot reach.
The bus arrives.
I am leaving.
I am gone.
