Suicide: A Poem
Suicide: A Poem
A glance upon yon window pane
A story is told by the streaking rain
It is one of sorrow and of pain
And a tear from my eye I can’t restrain
The flow of my thoughts I can’t refrain
From the playing of this deadly game
I sit alone sinking into my chair
To face this world without you, I cannot bare
Together you and I made a perfect pair
But alone in this world I wonder how I would fare
Happiness to reach again I wouldn’t dare
Because life my friends just isn’t fair
Upon the table the tools do sit
For lately I feel a need to quit
A knife sharp enough to make the slit
This way I’m afraid is a slow exit
The cut this makes is hard to knit
Too messy and it wouldn’t fit.
You my one true love was the fairest maiden
From my arms so violently taken
And to the core my soul was shaken
Slammed by steel and filled with lead my heart is laden
Once a humbled servant now I stand forsaken
Unlike Poe I have no Raven.
What Dreams May Come
Take my life, to heaven I won’t go
But this could end my broken hearted woe
What comes next I’ll never know
As the thunder in the sky my feelings show
The sky blackened, pierced by lightening makes it glow
Soon I shall be knocking on heaven’s door.
If I’m to lay my life to waste
The act must come with haste
And I must act without chaste
A life without you cannot be faced
My pulse quickens, my heart raced
Interwoven are our souls like fingers interlaced
The phone rings with a deafening sound
I spring from my chair, across the room I’m bound
My eyes are swollen and round
I pick up the phone from a newspaper mound
The voice on the other end I found
And the phone drops to the ground
“Don’t do it” comes the plea
“For an eternity without you I cannot see.”
Out of the house I quickly flee
In the grass of the yard I fall to my knee
Twas the voice of my love in the phone with need
Back in the house I put away the tools of death with glee.
She’s saved my life once, she’s saved it twice
She shall not have to save it thrice
I’ll continue on with this mournful life
Plainly this will have to suffice
Like a mask happiness will be my disguise
Old in my bed, I’ll be buried with these lies.
In no way, shape, or form is this poem reflective of any current situations. If you were worried I appreciate that but there is no need for worry. I watched the movie "What Dreams May Come" and was inspired to write this. If you have not watched this movie, watch it. It is a great movie and will move you in one way or another.
Copyright 2009 by Wesley Cox
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