Short poems of hurt, pain, and a life of misery. I wrote these in times of depression. |
Final Farewell One slit, that's all it would take. Through trembling hands I wrote of what would be my final fare well. As I wrote I caught a glimpse of my pale relaxation. I wrote of my dying gratitude to my parents, who tried so hard. Of my friends, who in the end gave up on me as lost cause. Of my affection for my one and only love, who abandoned me when I needed him most. I looked to my wrist; the blood slowly seeping down. One slit, that's all it took. Through streaming tears and dying strength I looked one last time at the face of the one I dyed for. Fare well love. Life I watch over the nightly creatures where all hell reigns, to be so young and feel so old but never being the same, to slip into the cold, dank palace of loneliness and hopelessness and never find a way out. How the world could be so cruel with once was loved and now forgotten. A dark creature slinks into existence and raises its hand in what seems recognition; a creature that once was me but so unwanted, never to be in the light of a loved. You astonish me with your hate and lose me with your might, to sink no lower and be no more. Slip through the secret fog and pass through the invisible wall but an unknown barrier blocks the passage into the world of good. Misery, destruction, hate, is all apart of life. Peace not yet defined. My heart quickens and slowly begins to die, There you stood There you stand Tears streaming down to what turns into a river A river of tears in which to drown myself Feeling nothing except the emptiness of my soul Suddenly I am staring at a blank wall No, Suddenly I am staring into myself Nothing being there You being but a memory That slowly begins to fade |