PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

No Birth After Life


No birth after life

New birth is after death

The cleanser

The self-kill

Our natural calling

Natural self-loathing

Itself is purifying

To hate the self is freeing

To hate the self is rational

We are sinners

Whereas we can only find peace

In the natural calling of ending life.

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.

Dovakoda

I'm just a goofball in this wacky world

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

Comments are closed for this poem.