I am at peace,
For death is my release,
An end to past, present and future,
I am simply, here,

In life I put on a facade,
The dream in everyone's heart,
In life I seem noble and polite,
But they know not the insecurities I hide,

Never satisfied with all that I have,
That's what eventually led to my death,
The same will go to people that looked at me,
And said among themselves "He's got everything, you see?"

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Author's Note: The continuation of sorts for Edwin Arlington Robinson's poem entitled Richard Cory. Written for my English Literature Appreciation class in ICSJ

Kai-Teoh. Teoh Jun-Kai

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Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.

Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.

Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.