Poem – Virgina Woolf: Her Last Words

I begin to hear the voices again, 
and I feel certain 

this darkness of times

and minds turns me insane.
I can’t fight any longer and

I am doing (what seemsthe best) –

the last Act of this life in vain, 

I am falling into a lasting sleep.
I owned all the happiness and joys

and can’t go on spoiling yours

anymore. Adieu my love, 

you could do better without me. 

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