#WritcoPoemPrompt83
Life is getting unbearable,
Getting used to it in the process,
To escape is unthinkable,
It will make you think that you're in a land of eerie beauties
It will make you wilt
In the face of adversities
To know escape is possible
A gun to fire
A knife to plunge into the heart
A poison pill to swallow
Rather than swallow life's woes
It's so narrow
The distance between me and the abyss
Yet, it grows narrower
And narrower
The two colliding into a mush
I have to distill
An afterlife awaits if I don't
Even in death, there is no escape.

© Omega O.