Cold

By: Barbara Matijevic

The air is heavy, dreary, and bleak.
When burdens overwhelm blessings
The exit beckons to me
But I am bound to stay.

Let me take a pill
Obliterate my past.
For a peaceful departure
From this world, I don’t belong
My time is up, I want to go.

My departure should be tranquil
It should be – silent –
With no one but myself to stop me.

Peace is what I seek,
Silence is my will.
A lightness in my shoulders
A slow descent into slumber
Knowing I won’t have to wake up
Knowing I won’t have to return